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 Seychelles 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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Lou Reed 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 Stetsasonic to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Amon Düül II. All the underground hits.
All Radiohead tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Alarm Clocks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glambeats Corp. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Beasts of Bourbon,
Absolute Body Control,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
June Days,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Wake,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Soft Machine,
Yellowson,
Nik Kershaw,
Ohio Players,
The Human League,
Outsiders,
Clear Light,
Scion,
Marc Almond,
CMW,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Durutti Column,
Arthur Verocai,
The Kinks,
Suicide,
Ultravox,
The United States of America,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Monks,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Fire Engines,
Stiv Bators,
Television,
Warsaw,
Chrome,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Josef K,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Joy Division,
Yaz,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Accadde A,
Rufus Thomas,
Mr. Review,
Althea and Donna,
B.T. Express,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Glenn Branca,
Dave Gahan,
Wire,
Erykah Badu,
The Sonics,
UT,
Shoche,
The Offenders,
Nas,
Donny Hathaway,
Brothers Johnson,
The Smiths,
Davy DMX,
Mark Hollis,
Black Sheep,
Cymande,
Funkadelic,
The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats.
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.