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 Belarus and from London.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Glasgow.
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 arpeggiator 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Black Sheep. All the underground hits.
All the Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sad Lovers and Giants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Duran Duran record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
F. McDonald,
Basic Channel,
David McCallum,
Toni Rubio,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Standells,
Aloha Tigers,
The Vogues,
Accadde A,
Aaron Thompson,
Tomorrow,
Thompson Twins,
Pharoah Sanders,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Brothers Johnson,
The Cramps,
Pantaleimon,
Tears for Fears,
Fela Kuti,
Banda Bassotti,
Leonard Cohen,
the Human League,
Barclay James Harvest,
Arab on Radar,
Tubeway Army,
Mark Hollis,
Nik Kershaw,
Gichy Dan,
The Martian,
Stereo Dub,
Andrew Hill,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Eurythmics,
Robert Hood,
Y Pants,
World's Most,
Bob Dylan,
Johnny Clarke,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ten City,
Skriet,
Spandau Ballet,
Supertramp,
Yazoo,
Soulsonic Force,
Panda Bear,
The Grass Roots,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
John Coltrane,
Marvin Gaye,
The Happenings,
Japan,
Be Bop Deluxe,
This Heat,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Dave Gahan,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Robert Görl,
The Barracudas,
Nas,
Minnie Riperton,
Alison Limerick,
the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell.
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.