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 Brazil and from Manchester.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Mexico City.
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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Television Personalities to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Lou Reed & Metallica. All the underground hits.
All The Jesus and Mary Chain tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glambeats Corp. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fatback Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Image Ltd.,
Bauhaus,
The Blues Magoos,
X-101,
Average White Band,
Shoche,
Gerry Rafferty,
Pagans,
Suicide,
Harmonia,
Blossom Toes,
Amon Düül,
Wings,
Dennis Brown,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Massinfluence,
Reuben Wilson,
Sonic Youth,
The Saints,
Aural Exciters,
AZ,
Roger Hodgson,
The Durutti Column,
The Skatalites,
China Crisis,
Cybotron,
The Detroit Cobras,
Jeru the Damaja,
EPMD,
Zero Boys,
Matthew Bourne,
The Alarm Clocks,
Minnie Riperton,
Bad Manners,
Theoretical Girls,
Franke,
Steve Hackett,
Dark Day,
Glambeats Corp.,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Evens,
The Grass Roots,
Deepchord,
Angry Samoans,
Shuggie Otis,
Lyres,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Panda Bear,
F. McDonald,
David Axelrod,
The Birthday Party,
Symarip,
The J.B.'s,
Second Layer,
Barrington Levy,
New Age Steppers,
Crooked Eye,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash.
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.