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 Ukraine and from Edmonton.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Glasgow.
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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Kurtis Blow to the techno 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 Fat Boys. All the underground hits.
All Ajijia Myrayebe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Flesh Eaters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amazonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lee Hazlewood,
MDC,
Erasure,
Unrelated Segments,
The Knickerbockers,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Supertramp,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Moody Blues,
Rekid,
Jawbox,
Fat Boys,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Duran Duran,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Surgeon,
Half Japanese,
Tubeway Army,
Isaac Hayes,
Faraquet,
Country Teasers,
Marc Almond,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Crispian St. Peters,
Brass Construction,
The Vogues,
Wire,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Jimmy McGriff,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Scratch Acid,
The Black Dice,
Kaleidoscope,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ken Boothe,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Blancmange,
Flipper,
The Red Krayola,
Procol Harum,
Qualms,
Malaria!,
Johnny Clarke,
Intrusion,
Delon & Dalcan,
Robert Görl,
Fela Kuti,
Gong,
Joy Division,
Bluetip,
Bill Near,
Fatback Band,
Flamin' Groovies,
China Crisis,
Glenn Branca,
Swans,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Tremeloes,
Rhythm & Sound,
A Certain Ratio,
Essential Logic,
John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon.
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.