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 Cambodia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 harpsichord 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 Johnny Clarke to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Archie Shepp. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DeepChord presents Echospace 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Golliwogs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Sheep,
Sonny Sharrock,
Drexciya,
The Neon Judgement,
The Busters,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Standells,
Chris & Cosey,
Goldenarms,
Jeru the Damaja,
Suburban Knight,
Jeff Mills,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Moleskins,
Roger Hodgson,
X-101,
Eden Ahbez,
Traffic Nightmare,
Rufus Thomas,
Isaac Hayes,
The Moody Blues,
Ituana,
Blake Baxter,
The Monochrome Set,
Jacques Brel,
Slave,
The Martian,
Tom Boy,
DJ Style,
Alton Ellis,
Black Bananas,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Toasters,
Todd Rundgren,
Avey Tare,
Jeff Lynne,
Neil Young,
The Walker Brothers,
Tres Demented,
Joe Finger,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
UT,
The New Christs,
Harry Pussy,
Nik Kershaw,
Connie Case,
Crooked Eye,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bauhaus,
Tim Buckley,
Make Up,
Shuggie Otis,
Gil Scott Heron,
Mandrill,
Spoonie Gee,
Masters at Work,
Monolake,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sam Rivers,
Technova,
Rites of Spring,
The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five.
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.