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 Bosnia Herzegovina 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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Manchester.
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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Eric B and Rakim to the punk 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 Intrusion. All the underground hits.
All The Moody Blues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Enemy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flamin' Groovies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maleditus Sound,
Trumans Water,
Brand Nubian,
Swell Maps,
The Doobie Brothers,
Warsaw,
Eurythmics,
10cc,
Outsiders,
The Barracudas,
Talk Talk,
Popol Vuh,
Agent Orange,
Josef K,
Rites of Spring,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Mandrill,
F. McDonald,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Max Romeo,
Skriet,
The Cowsills,
Blossom Toes,
Cybotron,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Index,
Monolake,
John Holt,
Quantec,
Icehouse,
Zero Boys,
Thompson Twins,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Saccharine Trust,
Parry Music,
Pulsallama,
Brick,
Scientists,
Dorothy Ashby,
the Normal,
Yusef Lateef,
Kool Moe Dee,
T.S.O.L.,
Pharoah Sanders,
Eric Copeland,
Rod Modell,
PIL,
Slick Rick,
The Cure,
The Moody Blues,
Erasure,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Schoolly D,
Janne Schatter,
Siglo XX,
La Düsseldorf,
The Shadows of Knight,
Thee Headcoats,
Pole,
Harry Pussy,
Ronan, Ronan, Ronan, Ronan.
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.