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 St Lucia and from Taipei.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 synthesizer 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 Crispian St. Peters to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sex Pistols. All the underground hits.
All The Knickerbockers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Walker Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sexual Harrassment record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warsaw,
Cluster,
The Flesh Eaters,
Mars,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Grauzone,
Ponytail,
Robert Görl,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Franke,
Mo-Dettes,
Amon Düül II,
Quantec,
Roxette,
Nico,
Joe Smooth,
David McCallum,
Simply Red,
Eric B and Rakim,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sandy B,
Fear,
Skaos,
Prince Buster,
Slick Rick,
The Cowsills,
JFA,
Kas Product,
Hardrive,
Joy Division,
Boz Scaggs,
Infiniti,
The Grass Roots,
Don Cherry,
Silicon Teens,
Swell Maps,
Lower 48,
Sexual Harrassment,
Pharoah Sanders,
Junior Murvin,
Kevin Saunderson,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Scratch Acid,
Procol Harum,
Popol Vuh,
Masters at Work,
The Red Krayola,
The Slits,
Thee Headcoats,
Audionom,
cv313,
Fad Gadget,
Hoover,
Glambeats Corp.,
Scrapy,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Pierre Henry,
Gang of Four,
Marine Girls,
X-101, X-101, X-101, X-101.
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.