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 Jordan and from Johannesburg.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 arpeggiator 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 Rosa Yemen to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Gun Club. All the underground hits.
All The Standells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Residents 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Martian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Almond,
the Swans,
The Velvet Underground,
The Star Department,
Lindisfarne,
The Young Rascals,
MC5,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
F. McDonald,
This Heat,
Johnny Osbourne,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Alison Limerick,
Henry Cow,
Yusef Lateef,
Gong,
Eve St. Jones,
Lower 48,
Ludus,
Interpol,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Janne Schatter,
Man Parrish,
Eyeless In Gaza,
John Cale,
Kas Product,
Arab on Radar,
AZ,
The Divine Comedy,
Stereo Dub,
Gang of Four,
Franke,
June Days,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Junior Murvin,
Marshall Jefferson,
Chrome,
Jawbox,
Schoolly D,
Fatback Band,
Pole,
Soul Sonic Force,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Scan 7,
Brothers Johnson,
Symarip,
The Fire Engines,
Black Bananas,
Bronski Beat,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Monochrome Set,
Spandau Ballet,
Funky Four + One,
Juan Atkins,
Mad Mike,
The Cure,
Matthew Bourne,
The Monks,
Bill Near,
Ituana,
Al Stewart,
Ponytail,
Colin Newman,
Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo.
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.