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 Yemen and from Delhi.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the marimba 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 Ajijia Myrayebe to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Cluster. All the underground hits.
All Lafayette Afro Rock Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dirtbombs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a London Community Gospel Choir record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siglo XX,
Harmonia,
Duran Duran,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The J.B.'s,
Crispian St. Peters,
Max Romeo,
Crash Course in Science,
Rufus Thomas,
Pulsallama,
Franke,
Angry Samoans,
Jerry's Kids,
Thee Headcoats,
Aloha Tigers,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Radiopuhelimet,
Accadde A,
kango's stein massive,
Supertramp,
Lyres,
Alphaville,
48th St. Collective,
The Gap Band,
Crooked Eye,
Visage,
The Walker Brothers,
the Germs,
Second Layer,
Scratch Acid,
Pantytec,
The Index,
Pagans,
Lee Hazlewood,
Livin' Joy,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Names,
Spandau Ballet,
China Crisis,
The Knickerbockers,
David McCallum,
Kaleidoscope,
PIL,
The Fugs,
Gil Scott Heron,
Eli Mardock,
Agent Orange,
Pharoah Sanders,
Au Pairs,
Donald Byrd,
Ronnie Foster,
the Swans,
Wire,
OOIOO,
Neil Young,
New Order,
Massinfluence,
Robert Görl,
Henry Cow,
Bronski Beat,
Urselle,
Jacques Brel,
Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive.
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.