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 Greece and from Edmonton.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Nation of Ulysses to the electroclash 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 Aloha Tigers. All the underground hits.
All Nik Kershaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Young Marble Giants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Light Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moebius,
Max Romeo,
The Red Krayola,
Matthew Halsall,
Parry Music,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Traffic Nightmare,
Scion,
Hasil Adkins,
R.M.O.,
Brick,
The Fortunes,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Eli Mardock,
Grey Daturas,
Curtis Mayfield,
Boredoms,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
John Holt,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Sound,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Donny Hathaway,
Brothers Johnson,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Remains,
Ultra Naté,
Porter Ricks,
Sparks,
Q65,
Stetsasonic,
Dennis Brown,
Godley & Creme,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Alison Limerick,
U.S. Maple,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Mr. Review,
Matthew Bourne,
Sugar Minott,
The Cramps,
Bronski Beat,
The Moody Blues,
Icehouse,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
E-Dancer,
Barbara Tucker,
Tomorrow,
Pussy Galore,
Nico,
Moss Icon,
Absolute Body Control,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Pulsallama,
Rekid,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The J.B.'s,
Byron Stingily,
Stereo Dub,
Loose Ends,
Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson.
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.