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 United Kingdom 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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Taipei.
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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Fort Wilson Riot to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 New Order. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Clear Light record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gap Band,
Crime,
Throbbing Gristle,
Avey Tare,
The Wake,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Stetsasonic,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Nils Olav,
The Cure,
Wings,
Rufus Thomas,
The Angels of Light,
Liliput,
Robert Wyatt,
The Move,
Scratch Acid,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Reuben Wilson,
Susan Cadogan,
Connie Case,
Wasted Youth,
Main Source,
The Slackers,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Model 500,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Marc Almond,
Ralphi Rosario,
Graham Central Station,
Ossler,
The New Christs,
Unrelated Segments,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Eden Ahbez,
The Sonics,
Grey Daturas,
Pulsallama,
Y Pants,
Peter & Gordon,
Khruangbin,
Albert Ayler,
Curtis Mayfield,
the Swans,
Bad Manners,
The Busters,
Au Pairs,
Kurtis Blow,
Pet Shop Boys,
Stereo Dub,
Animal Collective,
Blossom Toes,
The Seeds,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Count Five,
Peter and Kerry,
Lou Reed,
Inner City,
Amazonics,
Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound.
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.