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 Haiti and from Delhi.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 oboe 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 Angry Samoans to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Move. All the underground hits.
All Das Ding tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Velvet Underground 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry Gold Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spoonie Gee,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Theoretical Girls,
Derrick Morgan,
Ken Boothe,
The Fuzztones,
Yusef Lateef,
Lalann,
Marshall Jefferson,
Aswad,
Stockholm Monsters,
Symarip,
Porter Ricks,
The United States of America,
Schoolly D,
DJ Sneak,
Lower 48,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Busters,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Harpers Bizarre,
Camberwell Now,
The Dave Clark Five,
Isaac Hayes,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Eurythmics,
Lakeside,
Marc Almond,
Bill Wells,
The Evens,
Judy Mowatt,
Warren Ellis,
Neil Young,
Graham Central Station,
Sixth Finger,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Pole,
The Black Dice,
X-Ray Spex,
Radio Birdman,
Crispian St. Peters,
Q65,
Swans,
Young Marble Giants,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Y Pants,
The Leaves,
Simply Red,
Essential Logic,
X-102,
Slick Rick,
Unwound,
Toni Rubio,
T.S.O.L.,
Radiohead,
The New Christs,
The Doors,
Zero Boys,
London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir.
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.