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 Malta and from Woodstock.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Colin Newman 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 Juan Atkins. All the underground hits.
All Blancmange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Invisible record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Real Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funky Four + One,
Jacob Miller,
Spandau Ballet,
Unwound,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Todd Rundgren,
Basic Channel,
Jacques Brel,
Patti Smith,
Kurtis Blow,
Tim Buckley,
Ultimate Spinach,
Black Pus,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Mummies,
Vainqueur,
Mission of Burma,
Monolake,
Harmonia,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Joe Finger,
Hoover,
Eden Ahbez,
Pharoah Sanders,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Neu!,
Silicon Teens,
Carl Craig,
Goldenarms,
Crooked Eye,
Donald Byrd,
Chrome,
Swans,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Whodini,
X-101,
Peter & Gordon,
Country Teasers,
B.T. Express,
CMW,
Don Cherry,
8 Eyed Spy,
Man Eating Sloth,
John Holt,
Q65,
The Shadows of Knight,
Camberwell Now,
Toni Rubio,
Rekid,
Blossom Toes,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Max Romeo,
The Gap Band,
Grey Daturas,
Lucky Dragons,
Scientists,
Joensuu 1685,
The Velvet Underground,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
X-Ray Spex,
Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars.
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.