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 Georgia and from Tehran.
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 Mexico City and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 snare 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 Girls At Our Best! to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Visage. All the underground hits.
All Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Archie Shepp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scion,
Altered Images,
Whodini,
DNA,
Hashim,
Hardrive,
Brothers Johnson,
Robert Wyatt,
The Electric Prunes,
Marine Girls,
Yazoo,
Suburban Knight,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lucky Dragons,
Johnny Osbourne,
Pierre Henry,
The Cowsills,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ornette Coleman,
John Foxx,
Mars,
Charles Mingus,
Quando Quango,
Tim Buckley,
Minutemen,
Malaria!,
Sixth Finger,
Lakeside,
The Durutti Column,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Index,
Dave Gahan,
Make Up,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Albert Ayler,
Guru Guru,
Zero Boys,
Gastr Del Sol,
Fluxion,
Public Enemy,
Reuben Wilson,
Byron Stingily,
Big Daddy Kane,
Yusef Lateef,
Tubeway Army,
Graham Central Station,
Henry Cow,
Pantytec,
Rotary Connection,
Slave,
Liliput,
Bootsy Collins,
Harry Pussy,
Black Pus,
MDC,
Second Layer,
Electric Prunes,
UT,
Sun Ra,
The Zeros,
Swell Maps,
Cecil Taylor,
Gil Scott Heron,
Motorama,
Roxette, Roxette, Roxette, Roxette.
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.