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 Kenya and from Lille.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Philadelphia.
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 güiro 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 B.T. Express to the crunk 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 Skarface. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott Heron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oblivians record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Divine Comedy,
E-Dancer,
T.S.O.L.,
Hoover,
Kevin Saunderson,
Nik Kershaw,
Patti Smith,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Stereo Dub,
Girls At Our Best!,
Theoretical Girls,
The Monochrome Set,
Negative Approach,
Anakelly,
Wolf Eyes,
Soul Sonic Force,
Dennis Brown,
Livin' Joy,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Moody Blues,
Lyres,
The Moleskins,
Jeff Lynne,
John Foxx,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sun City Girls,
Jacques Brel,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
New Order,
Fela Kuti,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Modern Lovers,
Y Pants,
The Saints,
Spoonie Gee,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
JFA,
Soft Machine,
Delon & Dalcan,
Joyce Sims,
8 Eyed Spy,
Carl Craig,
Fatback Band,
Pantaleimon,
Lebanon Hanover,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Cybotron,
Dark Day,
Lower 48,
Marine Girls,
Pantytec,
Young Marble Giants,
Quadrant,
Robert Görl,
Junior Murvin,
Man Parrish,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Residents,
Marmalade,
Interpol,
Nation of Ulysses,
Todd Rundgren,
The Durutti Column,
X-Ray Spex,
Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage.
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.