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 Korea North and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the güiro 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 Tropical Tobacco to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Procol Harum. All the underground hits.
All The Red Krayola tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Pus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Easy Going record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Howard Jones,
Magma,
Absolute Body Control,
Lungfish,
A Certain Ratio,
The Young Rascals,
Darondo,
OOIOO,
Echospace,
Eric Dolphy,
L. Decosne,
Agent Orange,
Skriet,
Angry Samoans,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ralphi Rosario,
Drive Like Jehu,
Rekid,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Roger Hodgson,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ultravox,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Moody Blues,
The Star Department,
Glenn Branca,
Moebius,
Oblivians,
Unwound,
Pierre Henry,
Interpol,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Seeds,
Duran Duran,
Blossom Toes,
Depeche Mode,
Ronnie Foster,
Black Sheep,
Arthur Verocai,
Alison Limerick,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Brick,
Tres Demented,
The Blackbyrds,
Iggy Pop,
Panda Bear,
The Gladiators,
Fatback Band,
Zero Boys,
The Walker Brothers,
Michelle Simonal,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Delon & Dalcan,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Mo-Dettes,
The Moleskins,
Robert Hood,
Lalo Schifrin,
X-102, X-102, X-102, X-102.
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.