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 Guinea and from Milan.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Wire to the grunge 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 Cameo. All the underground hits.
All The Gladiators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Tremeloes 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bush Tetras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Max Romeo,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Slackers,
Los Fastidios,
Cheater Slicks,
Kerri Chandler,
Soulsonic Force,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Public Image Ltd.,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Chris & Cosey,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Smiths,
Aural Exciters,
Nik Kershaw,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
This Heat,
Chris Corsano,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Althea and Donna,
Magazine,
New Order,
Buzzcocks,
Rufus Thomas,
The Misunderstood,
The Seeds,
The Moody Blues,
Man Eating Sloth,
Suburban Knight,
Albert Ayler,
The New Christs,
DJ Style,
Guru Guru,
Joy Division,
LL Cool J,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Red Krayola,
Silicon Teens,
Grauzone,
Supertramp,
Sugar Minott,
Angry Samoans,
Drive Like Jehu,
Basic Channel,
Adolescents,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Wasted Youth,
Toni Rubio,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bush Tetras,
The Happenings,
Warsaw,
Tom Boy,
Lyres,
Quando Quango,
Radio Birdman,
Don Cherry,
Unrelated Segments,
Drexciya,
Connie Case,
Clear Light,
Gil Scott Heron,
Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes.
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.