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 Tonga and from Glasgow.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Techniques to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Kaleidoscope. All the underground hits.
All Archie Shepp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Silicon Teens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang On A Can,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Funkadelic,
Man Parrish,
Lalo Schifrin,
Max Romeo,
Anakelly,
Brothers Johnson,
Davy DMX,
FM Einheit,
John Holt,
Traffic Nightmare,
Tropical Tobacco,
Vladislav Delay,
Matthew Halsall,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Jacques Brel,
Bobby Womack,
Laurel Aitken,
The Shadows of Knight,
Maurizio,
Curtis Mayfield,
David McCallum,
Sister Nancy,
Spoonie Gee,
Bobby Byrd,
Bill Near,
The Busters,
Dave Gahan,
Bluetip,
Flamin' Groovies,
U.S. Maple,
Terry Callier,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Rhythm & Sound,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Techniques,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Vainqueur,
One Last Wish,
Yaz,
The Misunderstood,
The Stooges,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Warsaw,
Lungfish,
The Zeros,
UT,
Yusef Lateef,
Popol Vuh,
Cybotron,
Radiohead,
This Heat,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Jawbox,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
B.T. Express,
Scion,
Easy Going,
Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow.
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.