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 Libya and from Glasgow.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 clarinet 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk 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 Maurizio. All the underground hits.
All cv313 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Susan Cadogan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Moebius record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiohead,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ronan,
Livin' Joy,
The Tremeloes,
Pagans,
Little Man,
Scan 7,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Litter,
Thee Headcoats,
Black Sheep,
Steve Hackett,
The Move,
The Golliwogs,
Kerri Chandler,
Lalo Schifrin,
Mary Jane Girls,
Janne Schatter,
The Martian,
The Happenings,
Japan,
Kas Product,
Rakim,
Eden Ahbez,
Lee Hazlewood,
Slick Rick,
The Slackers,
The Pop Group,
Jacques Brel,
A Certain Ratio,
Das Ding,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Jeru the Damaja,
Fela Kuti,
Soul Sonic Force,
Howard Jones,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Leonard Cohen,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Zeros,
Stockholm Monsters,
Outsiders,
The Mojo Men,
Animal Collective,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bush Tetras,
Danielle Patucci,
Patti Smith,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ralphi Rosario,
Loose Ends,
The Blackbyrds,
Oblivians,
MC5,
The Evens,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Gladiators,
Nik Kershaw,
Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey.
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.