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 Iceland and from Mexico City.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 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 Anakelly to the rock 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 Drexciya. All the underground hits.
All Gabor Szabo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oblivians record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blake Baxter,
The Cowsills,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bobby Byrd,
Aloha Tigers,
Eurythmics,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gang Gang Dance,
Dorothy Ashby,
Popol Vuh,
The Angels of Light,
Fatback Band,
Soft Machine,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Shoche,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sarah Menescal,
FM Einheit,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
the Swans,
The Pop Group,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Toasters,
The Buckinghams,
The Saints,
Roxette,
Tropical Tobacco,
Matthew Halsall,
La Düsseldorf,
a-ha,
Maleditus Sound,
Todd Rundgren,
E-Dancer,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Sound,
Ice-T,
Dark Day,
The Raincoats,
The Blackbyrds,
Simply Red,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Chris & Cosey,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Marvin Gaye,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Grass Roots,
Boredoms,
Pantytec,
Clear Light,
Johnny Clarke,
Barbara Tucker,
Sixth Finger,
David Axelrod,
The Modern Lovers,
Joy Division,
Agent Orange,
Dennis Brown,
Black Moon,
Tim Buckley,
Warren Ellis,
Tears for Fears,
Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen.
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.