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 Bolivia 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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Pierre Henry to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Yellowson. All the underground hits.
All Shoche tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ken Boothe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maleditus Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Silicon Teens,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
It's A Beautiful Day,
kango's stein massive,
Saccharine Trust,
World's Most,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gichy Dan,
Hasil Adkins,
Desert Stars,
Robert Hood,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Music Machine,
The Slackers,
Avey Tare,
Boz Scaggs,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Wake,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Intrusion,
The Human League,
Ossler,
T. Rex,
Alice Coltrane,
Sun Ra,
Sonic Youth,
FM Einheit,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Dorothy Ashby,
Altered Images,
Smog,
Robert Wyatt,
Man Eating Sloth,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Happenings,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bush Tetras,
Graham Central Station,
the Soft Cell,
48th St. Collective,
Duran Duran,
Crispy Ambulance,
Albert Ayler,
the Association,
Barbara Tucker,
Black Sheep,
Q65,
Warren Ellis,
Excepter,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
June Days,
The Kinks,
Agitation Free,
Cymande,
Funky Four + One,
Wally Richardson,
Franke,
Magma,
Ornette Coleman,
Cheater Slicks,
Yazoo,
Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin.
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.