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 Zimbabwe 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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Gong to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Wings. All the underground hits.
All the Association tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slick Rick 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 a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q65 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arab on Radar,
These Immortal Souls,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Thompson Twins,
Derrick May,
Bauhaus,
The Dave Clark Five,
Make Up,
Circle Jerks,
Robert Görl,
Popol Vuh,
Gregory Isaacs,
Spoonie Gee,
Minny Pops,
Idris Muhammad,
The Divine Comedy,
Crash Course in Science,
The Vogues,
Fear,
Delta 5,
The Golliwogs,
Essential Logic,
Erasure,
Ralphi Rosario,
Mr. Review,
Iggy Pop,
Public Enemy,
Minor Threat,
Kenny Larkin,
Scion,
Sister Nancy,
Country Teasers,
The Fugs,
Alice Coltrane,
MC5,
The Names,
Marc Almond,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
T. Rex,
The Cramps,
The Saints,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lungfish,
Inner City,
Gang Starr,
The Mojo Men,
the Soft Cell,
The Index,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Jimmy McGriff,
MDC,
Scratch Acid,
Johnny Osbourne,
Archie Shepp,
Rotary Connection,
Carl Craig,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Skaos,
Dawn Penn,
Grandmaster Flash,
Fugazi,
Alphaville,
Josef K, Josef K, Josef K, Josef K.
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.