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 Nigeria and from Salvador.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Michael McDonald 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 Country Teasers to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Aaron Thompson. All the underground hits.
All Los Fastidios tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every a-ha 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Icehouse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visage,
Mission of Burma,
Grey Daturas,
The Motions,
Simply Red,
Crooked Eye,
New York Dolls,
Neil Young,
Arcadia,
Tears for Fears,
Dorothy Ashby,
the Slits,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Peter & Gordon,
The Happenings,
Television Personalities,
Pere Ubu,
Vladislav Delay,
The Names,
Deakin,
Outsiders,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Move,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Stereo Dub,
Godley & Creme,
Marc Almond,
Faraquet,
Thee Headcoats,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sparks,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Evens,
The American Breed,
Crispy Ambulance,
Echospace,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Slits,
Amon Düül II,
Stiv Bators,
In Retrospect,
The Vogues,
Donald Byrd,
Monolake,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Robert Hood,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Eric Copeland,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Janne Schatter,
The Offenders,
New Order,
Alton Ellis,
Anakelly,
Johnny Clarke,
the Germs,
Nik Kershaw,
Jeff Mills,
Todd Rundgren,
Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force.
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.