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 Austria and from Accra.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 oboe 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 This Heat to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Motions. All the underground hits.
All The Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dave Clark Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rites of Spring record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Gastr Del Sol,
China Crisis,
Lyres,
The Sonics,
Boredoms,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Victims,
Los Fastidios,
Eric B and Rakim,
Dual Sessions,
Camouflage,
Nik Kershaw,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Slits,
The Martian,
Matthew Bourne,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Cameo,
Gil Scott Heron,
Visage,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Public Image Ltd.,
Warren Ellis,
Lungfish,
Todd Rundgren,
Josef K,
Sparks,
Aloha Tigers,
Mandrill,
Grandmaster Flash,
Aural Exciters,
The Dead C,
Sugar Minott,
Vladislav Delay,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Zapp,
The Fire Engines,
cv313,
The Gladiators,
Severed Heads,
Chris Corsano,
Hasil Adkins,
Steve Hackett,
Godley & Creme,
Erasure,
DJ Style,
Heaven 17,
Das Ding,
Barry Ungar,
Ronnie Foster,
The Monks,
Icehouse,
Scientists,
The Black Dice,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Tears for Fears,
Thee Headcoats,
Kas Product,
Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus.
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.