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 Montenegro and from Cairo.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Blancmange to the disco 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 The Martian. All the underground hits.
All Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Main Source 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tom Boy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sister Nancy,
Kenny Larkin,
MC5,
Aaron Thompson,
John Foxx,
Max Romeo,
The Index,
Lightning Bolt,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Nik Kershaw,
Camberwell Now,
Intrusion,
The Remains,
Scion,
Iggy Pop,
Dawn Penn,
Traffic Nightmare,
Fluxion,
Skarface,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Pet Shop Boys,
Jeff Mills,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sex Pistols,
Brothers Johnson,
The Fugs,
The Smoke,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Tears for Fears,
Outsiders,
Depeche Mode,
Rekid,
Sonny Sharrock,
Reagan Youth,
Nils Olav,
Pagans,
Ice-T,
Khruangbin,
Juan Atkins,
Eurythmics,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Soft Machine,
Ultravox,
Parry Music,
Theoretical Girls,
Saccharine Trust,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Saints,
Isaac Hayes,
Kaleidoscope,
E-Dancer,
The Moody Blues,
Spoonie Gee,
Big Daddy Kane,
Unwound,
The Fuzztones,
a-ha, a-ha, a-ha, a-ha.
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.