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 Thailand and from Winnipeg.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Holger Czukay 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 Harry Pussy to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Minny Pops. All the underground hits.
All The Associates tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bronski Beat 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Goldenarms,
Funky Four + One,
Chrome,
Joe Finger,
Echospace,
Rotary Connection,
New Age Steppers,
Ossler,
Erykah Badu,
Henry Cow,
The Birthday Party,
Sun Ra,
The Dave Clark Five,
T.S.O.L.,
Ultravox,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Fad Gadget,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Dead C,
Magma,
Subhumans,
Chris Corsano,
The Zeros,
The Motions,
Ponytail,
Infiniti,
Thompson Twins,
Junior Murvin,
Eric Copeland,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Inner City,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ice-T,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ronnie Foster,
Franke,
Model 500,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Al Stewart,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Boz Scaggs,
Freddie Wadling,
Soulsonic Force,
David Axelrod,
the Bar-Kays,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Joy Division,
The Grass Roots,
Camouflage,
Whodini,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Detroit Cobras,
Porter Ricks,
Big Daddy Kane,
Johnny Osbourne,
Jandek,
The Walker Brothers,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Agitation Free,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth.
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.