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 Estonia and from Lyon.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 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 The Flesh Eaters to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Doobie Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rekid record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Junior Murvin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Little Man,
Average White Band,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Al Stewart,
Von Mondo,
Joey Negro,
Deadbeat,
B.T. Express,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Chrome,
The Doors,
Stiv Bators,
Young Marble Giants,
The Walker Brothers,
James White and The Blacks,
Japan,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lightning Bolt,
Gang Green,
Erykah Badu,
Grandmaster Flash,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Fortunes,
Girls At Our Best!,
Au Pairs,
Ituana,
Lucky Dragons,
Aswad,
Inner City,
The Count Five,
Eli Mardock,
Eddi Front,
Bronski Beat,
Agent Orange,
Scrapy,
Alison Limerick,
Crime,
Scion,
Sam Rivers,
Lower 48,
New Order,
June Days,
E-Dancer,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Colin Newman,
Sex Pistols,
CMW,
The Litter,
Max Romeo,
Pere Ubu,
Aaron Thompson,
Malaria!,
Sun Ra,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Wake,
Urselle,
The Gun Club,
Fluxion,
Reagan Youth,
Nik Kershaw,
Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now.
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.