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 Hungary and from Lagos.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 rhodes 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 The Divine Comedy to the grime 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 Cluster. All the underground hits.
All X-Ray Spex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Desert Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Inner City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter & Gordon,
Intrusion,
Robert Hood,
Adolescents,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Joy Division,
Radiopuhelimet,
Anakelly,
Leonard Cohen,
Eric B and Rakim,
Althea and Donna,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
June Days,
Mission of Burma,
James White and The Blacks,
Y Pants,
10cc,
the Sonics,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Mojo Men,
Siglo XX,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bronski Beat,
Scrapy,
The Flesh Eaters,
Panda Bear,
Nils Olav,
The Slits,
Darondo,
The Saints,
Brothers Johnson,
D'Angelo,
Urselle,
Pylon,
Crash Course in Science,
Newcleus,
Qualms,
Youth Brigade,
Ten City,
Neil Young,
Sun Ra,
Bobby Sherman,
Aural Exciters,
The Victims,
Michelle Simonal,
Spoonie Gee,
EPMD,
Connie Case,
Sixth Finger,
Cecil Taylor,
Kaleidoscope,
June of 44,
The Dave Clark Five,
Barrington Levy,
Scott Walker,
Lungfish,
Jeff Lynne,
Frankie Knuckles,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Marmalade,
Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell.
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.