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 Fiji and from Mexico City.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Doors to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Ultra Naté. All the underground hits.
All Q and Not U tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lyres record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DNA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Essential Logic,
cv313,
Outsiders,
Swell Maps,
A Certain Ratio,
In Retrospect,
Pagans,
The Fortunes,
Bizarre Inc.,
Deepchord,
F. McDonald,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Hardrive,
Johnny Osbourne,
Khruangbin,
Section 25,
FM Einheit,
Sun City Girls,
Little Man,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Man Eating Sloth,
Charles Mingus,
Scott Walker,
The Angels of Light,
Absolute Body Control,
Rekid,
L. Decosne,
Grey Daturas,
Audionom,
Ultimate Spinach,
the Normal,
Joe Finger,
Bang On A Can,
Nick Fraelich,
Con Funk Shun,
Bad Manners,
Boredoms,
Animal Collective,
Camberwell Now,
The Mojo Men,
The Knickerbockers,
Metal Thangz,
Stetsasonic,
Yazoo,
ABC,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Youth Brigade,
Iggy Pop,
Shuggie Otis,
Slick Rick,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Echospace,
Faraquet,
Flipper,
The Gories,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Barbara Tucker,
Janne Schatter,
The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals.
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.