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 Tanzania and from Milan.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 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 Tim Buckley to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Sisters of Mercy. All the underground hits.
All Camberwell Now tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every EPMD record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Star Department record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ultimate Spinach,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
ABC,
Angry Samoans,
Avey Tare,
The Sound,
Inner City,
This Heat,
Pagans,
Gong,
Fat Boys,
The Monks,
Morten Harket,
The Gladiators,
Eric Copeland,
David Bowie,
Suburban Knight,
Reuben Wilson,
Ultravox,
Ice-T,
Con Funk Shun,
Nils Olav,
Half Japanese,
Ituana,
Surgeon,
K-Klass,
A Flock of Seagulls,
LL Cool J,
Zero Boys,
Minor Threat,
Ornette Coleman,
The Litter,
Matthew Bourne,
Monks,
Davy DMX,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
David Axelrod,
Junior Murvin,
Mary Jane Girls,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Move,
Subhumans,
Procol Harum,
Make Up,
Reagan Youth,
La Düsseldorf,
Niagra,
Sight & Sound,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Gerry Rafferty,
X-101,
F. McDonald,
Radiohead,
Amazonics,
The Zeros,
Parry Music,
Piero Umiliani,
X-102,
Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon.
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.