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 Afghanistan and from Madrid.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Mark Hollis to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Henry Cow. All the underground hits.
All Mantronix tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eli Mardock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young & Crazy Horse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joyce Sims,
LL Cool J,
Absolute Body Control,
Suicide,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Red Krayola,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Zeros,
New Age Steppers,
The Sound,
The Tremeloes,
Pole,
Marmalade,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Saccharine Trust,
The Gladiators,
The Residents,
Eric Dolphy,
Kaleidoscope,
Terry Callier,
Rufus Thomas,
Symarip,
Isaac Hayes,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Monochrome Set,
Gang Starr,
Rotary Connection,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Jacques Brel,
Black Flag,
Kayak,
Bang On A Can,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lyres,
DJ Style,
Brick,
the Bar-Kays,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Tommy Roe,
Davy DMX,
Shuggie Otis,
Aaron Thompson,
Bauhaus,
New Order,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sonic Youth,
The Associates,
The Offenders,
Gerry Rafferty,
Gastr Del Sol,
Nico,
Ituana,
FM Einheit,
Trumans Water,
Godley & Creme,
David McCallum,
Lindisfarne,
Bill Near,
Electric Prunes,
Vainqueur,
The Skatalites,
Minny Pops,
Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo.
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.