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 Estonia and from Houston.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Associates to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Boredoms. All the underground hits.
All Liliput tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick May record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Sherman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Icehouse,
the Human League,
Arcadia,
FM Einheit,
Urselle,
Robert Hood,
Chris Corsano,
Stetsasonic,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Dark Day,
Lee Hazlewood,
Drexciya,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Motions,
Metal Thangz,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Thee Headcoats,
One Last Wish,
Eric Copeland,
The Raincoats,
The Knickerbockers,
Spandau Ballet,
Iggy Pop,
Zapp,
Sparks,
Tres Demented,
Cybotron,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bobby Womack,
Cheater Slicks,
Sugar Minott,
Sam Rivers,
World's Most,
Pere Ubu,
Ken Boothe,
Jimmy McGriff,
Toni Rubio,
Sound Behaviour,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Unwound,
Aloha Tigers,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lungfish,
Tropical Tobacco,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Black Moon,
Ornette Coleman,
John Foxx,
Minnie Riperton,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
This Heat,
Television Personalities,
Siglo XX,
Black Flag,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The American Breed,
Mars,
Supertramp,
Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy.
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.