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 El Salvador and from Lyon.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 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 Rhythm & Sound to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Searchers. All the underground hits.
All Pulsallama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lightning Bolt 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 marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sad Lovers and Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Star Department,
Los Fastidios,
Crooked Eye,
Quadrant,
Peter and Kerry,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Whodini,
Public Enemy,
The Searchers,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Amazonics,
Moss Icon,
Jeru the Damaja,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sun Ra,
The Associates,
Subhumans,
the Association,
Kurtis Blow,
Aswad,
The Fall,
ABC,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Martian,
Skarface,
The Doobie Brothers,
Crash Course in Science,
Iggy Pop,
Babytalk,
The Victims,
Flipper,
Ten City,
LL Cool J,
Oneida,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Zeros,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Audionom,
Duran Duran,
Todd Rundgren,
The Detroit Cobras,
Quando Quango,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Matthew Halsall,
Junior Murvin,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bill Near,
Al Stewart,
Marvin Gaye,
Deepchord,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Minnie Riperton,
Jacques Brel,
Sexual Harrassment,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Index,
Kerri Chandler,
Interpol,
The Electric Prunes,
Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers.
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.