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 Equatorial Guinea and from Lyon.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Girls At Our Best! to the jazz 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 The Martian. All the underground hits.
All Dorothy Ashby tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cymande record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cramps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gabor Szabo,
Scan 7,
Hoover,
X-102,
Albert Ayler,
John Holt,
Sexual Harrassment,
Nirvana,
Joe Smooth,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Radiopuhelimet,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Roxy Music,
Rites of Spring,
Eden Ahbez,
Icehouse,
The Index,
Minor Threat,
Smog,
Theoretical Girls,
Loose Ends,
Throbbing Gristle,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Visage,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Tim Buckley,
Duran Duran,
Lindisfarne,
Massinfluence,
R.M.O.,
Black Pus,
Sight & Sound,
Mantronix,
Lower 48,
the Swans,
Dennis Brown,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Vladislav Delay,
Robert Wyatt,
The J.B.'s,
Davy DMX,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ten City,
Fatback Band,
The Sonics,
Brick,
Public Enemy,
Ultimate Spinach,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Porter Ricks,
Max Romeo,
Yaz,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Names,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bob Dylan,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Red Krayola,
PIL,
Lou Reed,
E-Dancer,
Donald Byrd,
The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke.
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.