Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Somalia and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Graham Central Station to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The Offenders. All the underground hits.
All Arcadia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marmalade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Fania All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ossler,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bootsy Collins,
Surgeon,
Tres Demented,
Aaron Thompson,
Sex Pistols,
Tropical Tobacco,
Charles Mingus,
Jerry's Kids,
Sound Behaviour,
The Misunderstood,
Faraquet,
Carl Craig,
Eden Ahbez,
Rod Modell,
Blossom Toes,
Boredoms,
Mission of Burma,
Electric Prunes,
One Last Wish,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Saccharine Trust,
The Last Poets,
Drexciya,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bluetip,
Bill Wells,
AZ,
The Stooges,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bush Tetras,
The Flesh Eaters,
Television Personalities,
The Sonics,
Underground Resistance,
Yellowson,
Slave,
Sam Rivers,
Matthew Halsall,
Arcadia,
Ornette Coleman,
Darondo,
OOIOO,
Boogie Down Productions,
Reuben Wilson,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Steve Hackett,
Moss Icon,
Bobby Womack,
Amazonics,
Eric B and Rakim,
T. Rex,
Brothers Johnson,
Bauhaus,
Big Daddy Kane,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sällskapet,
The Blackbyrds,
The Birthday Party,
Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.