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 Montenegro 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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 CMW to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Doors. All the underground hits.
All Stiv Bators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Certain Ratio 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wolf Eyes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiohead,
Letta Mbulu,
Janne Schatter,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Scratch Acid,
Dawn Penn,
Soul II Soul,
Camouflage,
Man Eating Sloth,
Drexciya,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Aswad,
David McCallum,
Little Man,
CMW,
Stetsasonic,
Peter and Kerry,
Ultimate Spinach,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Byron Stingily,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Dead Boys,
Robert Wyatt,
Avey Tare,
EPMD,
Gong,
Sister Nancy,
Wasted Youth,
Talk Talk,
The Monochrome Set,
Idris Muhammad,
Whodini,
Graham Central Station,
Heaven 17,
Ash Ra Tempel,
June of 44,
Sarah Menescal,
Deakin,
Archie Shepp,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ludus,
Lou Christie,
Rites of Spring,
Saccharine Trust,
Cameo,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Durutti Column,
Black Sheep,
Soft Machine,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Divine Comedy,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Erykah Badu,
10cc,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Beau Brummels,
Black Flag,
Dorothy Ashby,
Stereo Dub,
kango's stein massive,
The Cure,
Erasure, Erasure, Erasure, Erasure.
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.