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 South Sudan and from Calgary.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the 808 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 Arthur Verocai to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Main Source. All the underground hits.
All Sonny Sharrock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every LL Cool J 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Subhumans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warren Ellis,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Black Bananas,
The Fall,
Bluetip,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Harmonia,
Barrington Levy,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sugar Minott,
Mars,
Gang Gang Dance,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lower 48,
The Gun Club,
Gichy Dan,
Agent Orange,
Aloha Tigers,
Bad Manners,
Kevin Saunderson,
Outsiders,
The Happenings,
La Düsseldorf,
Radio Birdman,
Neu!,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Birthday Party,
Warsaw,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Prince Buster,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Main Source,
Gerry Rafferty,
Negative Approach,
Pussy Galore,
Khruangbin,
The Evens,
Subhumans,
Fad Gadget,
Jeff Lynne,
The Stooges,
Au Pairs,
Hasil Adkins,
Interpol,
Roxy Music,
The United States of America,
Nico,
Stiv Bators,
Robert Görl,
Harpers Bizarre,
Swell Maps,
Sex Pistols,
Bronski Beat,
Isaac Hayes,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sister Nancy,
PIL,
Curtis Mayfield,
Dennis Brown,
Ituana,
8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy.
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.