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 Bhutan and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 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 Soft Cell to the dance 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band. All the underground hits.
All Fela Kuti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Livin' Joy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 linndrum and a sitar 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 guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Godley & Creme,
Los Fastidios,
Slick Rick,
Ultra Naté,
X-Ray Spex,
The Modern Lovers,
Con Funk Shun,
Little Man,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Black Dice,
In Retrospect,
Audionom,
the Soft Cell,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Fad Gadget,
Henry Cow,
Vainqueur,
The Techniques,
Peter and Kerry,
Joey Negro,
Idris Muhammad,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Dirtbombs,
Saccharine Trust,
Lou Reed,
The Monks,
Stetsasonic,
the Bar-Kays,
Jacob Miller,
Banda Bassotti,
Scratch Acid,
Eddi Front,
Black Bananas,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Cymande,
Bluetip,
June of 44,
Robert Görl,
Agitation Free,
New Order,
Public Enemy,
The Sound,
Barbara Tucker,
June Days,
Brothers Johnson,
The Fall,
Average White Band,
Eden Ahbez,
Blake Baxter,
The Cowsills,
Spoonie Gee,
Skarface,
One Last Wish,
Letta Mbulu,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bang On A Can,
Aswad,
Chris & Cosey,
Procol Harum,
Matthew Halsall,
Delon & Dalcan,
Camouflage,
Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty.
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.