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 Venezuela and from Milan.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Marine Girls to the funk 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 Average White Band. All the underground hits.
All The Wake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Human League 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Electric Prunes,
Main Source,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Q and Not U,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Duran Duran,
The Divine Comedy,
Easy Going,
Neu!,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Josef K,
Sex Pistols,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Godley & Creme,
The J.B.'s,
Scott Walker,
David Axelrod,
Kaleidoscope,
Das Ding,
June of 44,
The Motions,
Clear Light,
Mars,
Marcia Griffiths,
Silicon Teens,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ten City,
the Fania All-Stars,
Pulsallama,
Sight & Sound,
Alphaville,
The Human League,
Tropical Tobacco,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Happenings,
Desert Stars,
Reagan Youth,
Cal Tjader,
Davy DMX,
The Detroit Cobras,
Eden Ahbez,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Robert Görl,
U.S. Maple,
Ludus,
Toni Rubio,
Sunsets and Hearts,
the Slits,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Black Dice,
Derrick May,
Roxette,
The American Breed,
Fad Gadget,
The Leaves,
Janne Schatter,
Arthur Verocai,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell.
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.