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 Poland and from Bologna.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 harpsichord 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 Wire to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Roxette. All the underground hits.
All Kings Of Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doobie Brothers 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Sheep record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sexual Harrassment,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Mad Mike,
Ice-T,
Scratch Acid,
Bush Tetras,
Patti Smith,
Sparks,
Al Stewart,
Bill Wells,
ABBA,
Harry Pussy,
The Tremeloes,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lakeside,
Pere Ubu,
The Grass Roots,
The Mojo Men,
Graham Central Station,
Negative Approach,
Scion,
Television Personalities,
Barrington Levy,
Young Marble Giants,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Flipper,
Alison Limerick,
Unrelated Segments,
David McCallum,
Gang Green,
Yusef Lateef,
Make Up,
Arcadia,
Bizarre Inc.,
Rekid,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The New Christs,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Victims,
Soft Cell,
In Retrospect,
Sonny Sharrock,
Wasted Youth,
Wings,
Peter and Kerry,
Pantaleimon,
Amon Düül,
Half Japanese,
This Heat,
The Martian,
Kayak,
Bobby Sherman,
Ultimate Spinach,
James White and The Blacks,
John Holt,
8 Eyed Spy,
JFA,
Jimmy McGriff,
David Bowie,
Robert Görl,
Boz Scaggs,
Lalo Schifrin,
Smog, Smog, Smog, Smog.
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.