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 Korea North and from Taipei.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes to the grime 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 Kayak. All the underground hits.
All Vladislav Delay tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Golliwogs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Alarm Clocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lebanon Hanover,
Darondo,
Kayak,
Nas,
Hot Snakes,
Half Japanese,
the Sonics,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Donald Byrd,
Hashim,
Jeff Lynne,
Johnny Clarke,
Oblivians,
Sugar Minott,
Altered Images,
Sex Pistols,
X-102,
The Star Department,
DJ Style,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Jerry's Kids,
Boredoms,
The Selecter,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Cluster,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bobby Sherman,
The Shadows of Knight,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Saints,
Grauzone,
Cheater Slicks,
Steve Hackett,
Fugazi,
The Names,
Chris Corsano,
Juan Atkins,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Joyce Sims,
Prince Buster,
Funkadelic,
U.S. Maple,
Bluetip,
Babytalk,
Rosa Yemen,
Lightning Bolt,
Crispy Ambulance,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Dead C,
Thee Headcoats,
Bill Wells,
Vainqueur,
Pantaleimon,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Count Five,
Frankie Knuckles,
Pharoah Sanders,
D'Angelo,
Kurtis Blow,
Average White Band,
Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest.
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.