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 Bulgaria and from New York.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Lou Reed 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 Tom Boy to the grime 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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Susan Cadogan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brass Construction record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiopuhelimet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lyres,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Kerrie Biddell,
David McCallum,
The Knickerbockers,
The Gap Band,
Spandau Ballet,
Easy Going,
Kaleidoscope,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
48th St. Collective,
Marc Almond,
Fela Kuti,
Robert Görl,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Royal Trux,
World's Most,
John Lydon,
ABBA,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Robert Wyatt,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Man Parrish,
Nas,
The Walker Brothers,
Fad Gadget,
UT,
The Cramps,
Dawn Penn,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Last Poets,
Harpers Bizarre,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Soft Cell,
Connie Case,
Bobby Sherman,
the Germs,
Second Layer,
Scratch Acid,
Popol Vuh,
Ronan,
Audionom,
The Trojans,
Icehouse,
the Slits,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Magma,
R.M.O.,
Marshall Jefferson,
Soft Machine,
The Sound,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bill Near,
PIL,
The Fugs,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Robert Hood,
Boz Scaggs,
Funkadelic,
Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes.
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.