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 Bolivia and from Taipei.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 güiro 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 Rakim to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Peanut Butter Conspiracy. All the underground hits.
All Tropical Tobacco tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every a-ha record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television Personalities record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
8 Eyed Spy,
A Certain Ratio,
Jacob Miller,
The Fall,
The Toasters,
CMW,
The Last Poets,
Toni Rubio,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gang Gang Dance,
Cameo,
Duran Duran,
Harry Pussy,
Blake Baxter,
New Age Steppers,
Soft Cell,
Scion,
Maleditus Sound,
Radiohead,
Sam Rivers,
The Trojans,
Iggy Pop,
The Mojo Men,
Moebius,
The Raincoats,
Arcadia,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Selecter,
Delta 5,
Janne Schatter,
Roger Hodgson,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Residents,
Connie Case,
Sugar Minott,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Electric Prunes,
The Shadows of Knight,
Prince Buster,
Michelle Simonal,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gichy Dan,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Golliwogs,
Donald Byrd,
Arab on Radar,
Wally Richardson,
Sister Nancy,
David Bowie,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Banda Bassotti,
Urselle,
Bill Near,
Los Fastidios,
Dawn Penn,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Monochrome Set,
The Dave Clark Five,
Soul Sonic Force,
Roxette,
Alison Limerick,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Grass Roots,
Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley.
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.