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 Libya and from Tehran.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 synthesizer 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 Bobby Sherman to the punk 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 Erasure. All the underground hits.
All World's Most tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kaleidoscope record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Finger,
Gong,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Modern Lovers,
Godley & Creme,
Freddie Wadling,
Brass Construction,
Intrusion,
Lalo Schifrin,
Aloha Tigers,
Fela Kuti,
The Tremeloes,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
John Foxx,
Chrome,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Boz Scaggs,
X-Ray Spex,
the Bar-Kays,
Sonny Sharrock,
Derrick Morgan,
Arab on Radar,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Model 500,
Schoolly D,
Angry Samoans,
The Raincoats,
Josef K,
Bluetip,
Hoover,
Motorama,
One Last Wish,
Kerrie Biddell,
Curtis Mayfield,
New York Dolls,
Camouflage,
The Names,
Mo-Dettes,
Funkadelic,
Bush Tetras,
the Soft Cell,
X-102,
Carl Craig,
Rakim,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sandy B,
Shuggie Otis,
Patti Smith,
Camberwell Now,
The Seeds,
The Index,
Swell Maps,
Television,
Lucky Dragons,
Sparks,
Boogie Down Productions,
Niagra,
Marcia Griffiths,
Scrapy,
Harmonia,
Can,
Radiopuhelimet,
H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme.
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.