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 Taiwan and from Woodstock.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Pagans to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Pagans. All the underground hits.
All Derrick Morgan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Light Orchestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a U.S. Maple record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sixth Finger,
Roxy Music,
Alphaville,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Jeff Lynne,
Howard Jones,
Byron Stingily,
Scrapy,
The New Christs,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Knickerbockers,
Smog,
Junior Murvin,
DNA,
Tres Demented,
Robert Hood,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Arthur Verocai,
the Fania All-Stars,
10cc,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Deepchord,
Interpol,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Maleditus Sound,
Dead Boys,
Laurel Aitken,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Selecter,
Gichy Dan,
Dark Day,
Shuggie Otis,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Faust,
Ice-T,
The Dave Clark Five,
Joe Smooth,
Johnny Clarke,
PIL,
Minor Threat,
Sexual Harrassment,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Joey Negro,
Blake Baxter,
Intrusion,
FM Einheit,
Altered Images,
Ohio Players,
Barry Ungar,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Freddie Wadling,
The American Breed,
Underground Resistance,
Wally Richardson,
Sight & Sound,
Sparks,
Hot Snakes,
DJ Style,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sugar Minott,
Quadrant,
Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas.
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.