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 Slovenia and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Reagan Youth to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Camouflage. All the underground hits.
All Jawbox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Alarm Clocks 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Bad Manners record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry's Kids,
Crispian St. Peters,
Excepter,
Hot Snakes,
Schoolly D,
Black Flag,
Agent Orange,
June Days,
Stereo Dub,
JFA,
Juan Atkins,
Bronski Beat,
The Sisters of Mercy,
the Sonics,
Donny Hathaway,
Yusef Lateef,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Avey Tare,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Make Up,
Goldenarms,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Durutti Column,
The Mummies,
Wire,
Los Fastidios,
Anakelly,
John Foxx,
The New Christs,
Laurel Aitken,
Monolake,
Hasil Adkins,
Joyce Sims,
Barrington Levy,
Aaron Thompson,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
John Holt,
a-ha,
Visage,
Warren Ellis,
Erykah Badu,
the Normal,
Soulsonic Force,
Dark Day,
10cc,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Blancmange,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Young Rascals,
Drexciya,
New York Dolls,
Fear,
The Angels of Light,
Eddi Front,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Man Parrish,
Guru Guru,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Count Five,
Nik Kershaw,
Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance.
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.