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 Somalia and from Paris.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 linndrum 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 Supertramp to the jazz 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 Lee Hazlewood. All the underground hits.
All Von Mondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Motorama record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swell Maps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
One Last Wish,
Jacob Miller,
Sister Nancy,
Livin' Joy,
Hashim,
Con Funk Shun,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Urselle,
Spandau Ballet,
Dennis Brown,
Stetsasonic,
Tomorrow,
Prince Buster,
Half Japanese,
Carl Craig,
F. McDonald,
Supertramp,
Ralphi Rosario,
Cameo,
La Düsseldorf,
Roxy Music,
June Days,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Wake,
The Red Krayola,
Fugazi,
Harmonia,
The Tremeloes,
Arab on Radar,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Cal Tjader,
Clear Light,
Sound Behaviour,
Yellowson,
The American Breed,
Flipper,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
KRS-One,
Isaac Hayes,
Scrapy,
Loose Ends,
Pylon,
Crash Course in Science,
Bizarre Inc.,
Barclay James Harvest,
Delta 5,
Magma,
The Blues Magoos,
Godley & Creme,
Black Flag,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Magazine,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Al Stewart,
Lakeside,
Malaria!,
Skriet,
The Martian,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Anakelly,
Matthew Bourne,
Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B.
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.