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 Palau and from Stockholm.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Chocolate Watch Band to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Offenders. All the underground hits.
All The Fortunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tomorrow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pole record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joy Division,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Archie Shepp,
Chrome,
Skriet,
Henry Cow,
New York Dolls,
Deepchord,
Procol Harum,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Dave Clark Five,
Public Image Ltd.,
Moby Grape,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Human League,
FM Einheit,
Pulsallama,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Frankie Knuckles,
Amazonics,
Nik Kershaw,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Marine Girls,
Supertramp,
PIL,
Tears for Fears,
Scratch Acid,
Swans,
Circle Jerks,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Moebius,
Aswad,
Gang Starr,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Tremeloes,
Scott Walker,
Grey Daturas,
Porter Ricks,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Duran Duran,
Index,
Newcleus,
Eddi Front,
Television,
Visage,
Eli Mardock,
Sun City Girls,
Ossler,
Barclay James Harvest,
Massinfluence,
Hardrive,
Brothers Johnson,
Lalo Schifrin,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Young Marble Giants,
Fifty Foot Hose,
La Düsseldorf,
Brass Construction,
Surgeon,
Lalann, Lalann, Lalann, Lalann.
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.