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 Ghana and from Cairo.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Colin Newman to the dance 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 Fad Gadget. All the underground hits.
All cv313 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Modern Lovers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cowsills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
8 Eyed Spy,
The Trojans,
Visage,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sonic Youth,
Marmalade,
Robert Görl,
Al Stewart,
The Victims,
R.M.O.,
The Smoke,
Japan,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Gerry Rafferty,
Fear,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Barrington Levy,
Funkadelic,
The Grass Roots,
The Motions,
Tom Boy,
Deakin,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Alarm Clocks,
Surgeon,
The Vogues,
Morten Harket,
Urselle,
Marine Girls,
Rod Modell,
Thee Headcoats,
Hot Snakes,
Tommy Roe,
Moby Grape,
Livin' Joy,
Idris Muhammad,
The Searchers,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Eurythmics,
John Coltrane,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Cheater Slicks,
kango's stein massive,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bobby Sherman,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Birthday Party,
Shoche,
Arthur Verocai,
Soulsonic Force,
Lee Hazlewood,
Interpol,
Heaven 17,
Rufus Thomas,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lebanon Hanover,
Zero Boys,
Monolake,
Wings,
a-ha, a-ha, a-ha, a-ha.
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.