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 Nauru 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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 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 The Cure to the dance 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 Scientists. All the underground hits.
All The United States of America tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T.S.O.L. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siglo XX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hardrive,
K-Klass,
Accadde A,
Eric Copeland,
Essential Logic,
Pylon,
David Bowie,
Animal Collective,
Fat Boys,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Roxette,
Mandrill,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Barracudas,
Donny Hathaway,
Blake Baxter,
The Standells,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Erykah Badu,
Joe Smooth,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Minnie Riperton,
Second Layer,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sarah Menescal,
Sandy B,
Faraquet,
Soul II Soul,
ABBA,
The Victims,
The Shadows of Knight,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
China Crisis,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sexual Harrassment,
John Coltrane,
Brand Nubian,
Skaos,
Minor Threat,
The Beau Brummels,
Gichy Dan,
Ludus,
Unrelated Segments,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Delon & Dalcan,
the Sonics,
Danielle Patucci,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Music Machine,
Grauzone,
Moebius,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Slits,
Jeru the Damaja,
Porter Ricks,
The Alarm Clocks,
Intrusion,
The Neon Judgement,
Spandau Ballet,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes.
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.