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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Hong Kong.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Nik Kershaw to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 MDC. All the underground hits.
All Soulsonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bush Tetras record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brand Nubian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Almond,
Cymande,
Gerry Rafferty,
Depeche Mode,
This Heat,
The Motions,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Boogie Down Productions,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Jandek,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Pierre Henry,
China Crisis,
Skarface,
The Trojans,
Ken Boothe,
Steve Hackett,
Surgeon,
Lyres,
Dorothy Ashby,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Alice Coltrane,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
JFA,
Bad Manners,
Darondo,
Dead Boys,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Quando Quango,
Arthur Verocai,
Piero Umiliani,
Amon Düül,
Boz Scaggs,
Fear,
LL Cool J,
Slick Rick,
Roxette,
Deadbeat,
Minnie Riperton,
Goldenarms,
Kerri Chandler,
Roger Hodgson,
the Swans,
Public Image Ltd.,
FM Einheit,
The Pop Group,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Searchers,
Dark Day,
Jerry's Kids,
Tomorrow,
The Cowsills,
Cluster,
Roxy Music,
X-101,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Victims,
Monks,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lightning Bolt,
Monolake,
Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage.
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.