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 Tonga and from Houston.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Heaven 17 to the funk 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 Guru Guru. All the underground hits.
All The Doors tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy Collins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fela Kuti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glambeats Corp.,
Faust,
LL Cool J,
Buzzcocks,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Cheater Slicks,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Faraquet,
X-102,
The Monks,
The Misunderstood,
Judy Mowatt,
Jawbox,
The Fall,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Rites of Spring,
Bronski Beat,
Bob Dylan,
Television Personalities,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The New Christs,
The Happenings,
Model 500,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Average White Band,
Arab on Radar,
Blancmange,
Masters at Work,
Joy Division,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Kas Product,
Spandau Ballet,
Heaven 17,
Hot Snakes,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ohio Players,
The Busters,
Funkadelic,
The Slackers,
Little Man,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Selecter,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Urselle,
Interpol,
Marshall Jefferson,
Radiopuhelimet,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sound Behaviour,
Audionom,
Sight & Sound,
Radiohead,
Suburban Knight,
Max Romeo,
The Five Americans,
The Neon Judgement,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Standells,
Flamin' Groovies,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus.
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.