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 Lesotho and from Lille.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Kenny Larkin to the dance 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 Sex Pistols. All the underground hits.
All Boredoms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxy Music record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gregory Isaacs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Massinfluence,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bush Tetras,
The Alarm Clocks,
China Crisis,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Blackbyrds,
Kerrie Biddell,
Outsiders,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Moebius,
Zero Boys,
Agent Orange,
Gang of Four,
Underground Resistance,
Hardrive,
Stiv Bators,
Smog,
Kas Product,
Gerry Rafferty,
Glambeats Corp.,
Accadde A,
Faust,
Sister Nancy,
Alphaville,
Archie Shepp,
The Tremeloes,
EPMD,
Tommy Roe,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Black Sheep,
Bill Wells,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Wolf Eyes,
Marshall Jefferson,
Livin' Joy,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sexual Harrassment,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Popol Vuh,
Television Personalities,
Howard Jones,
KRS-One,
ABC,
Can,
Arthur Verocai,
Jandek,
The Happenings,
Ten City,
the Swans,
Nils Olav,
The Slackers,
Bill Near,
The Move,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The J.B.'s,
Eddi Front,
H. Thieme,
Gregory Isaacs,
Pylon,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Von Mondo,
John Cale,
Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse.
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.