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 Greece and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Sister Nancy to the funk 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 Alphaville. All the underground hits.
All Bill Near tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gabor Szabo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Last Poets record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sound,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gong,
The Evens,
Dark Day,
Index,
The Alarm Clocks,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Boredoms,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bauhaus,
X-101,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Urselle,
The Searchers,
T. Rex,
Pantaleimon,
The Cosmic Jokers,
JFA,
R.M.O.,
The Flesh Eaters,
Tom Boy,
The Mojo Men,
Sandy B,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Mary Jane Girls,
Eddi Front,
Drive Like Jehu,
Slick Rick,
Lower 48,
Matthew Bourne,
Glenn Branca,
Sugar Minott,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Modern Lovers,
The Fuzztones,
Pole,
The Saints,
MC5,
Ice-T,
Cecil Taylor,
The Doobie Brothers,
Flash Fearless,
Patti Smith,
The Smiths,
Ken Boothe,
Lightning Bolt,
The Selecter,
Rosa Yemen,
Underground Resistance,
Peter and Kerry,
Motorama,
James White and The Blacks,
Letta Mbulu,
Robert Wyatt,
Public Image Ltd.,
Tim Buckley,
Danielle Patucci,
Bob Dylan,
Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis.
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.