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 Sweden and from Philadelphia.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 synthesizer 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 Human League to the grime 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 Altered Images. All the underground hits.
All Public Enemy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Duran Duran 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerrie Biddell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Standells,
Aswad,
Neil Young,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Y Pants,
The Gladiators,
Urselle,
Michelle Simonal,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Soft Cell,
The Searchers,
Harmonia,
David Bowie,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Rites of Spring,
Gabor Szabo,
The Wake,
Jeff Mills,
Cecil Taylor,
Amon Düül II,
Barrington Levy,
Lower 48,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Rapeman,
Oblivians,
The Gun Club,
Kas Product,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Mr. Review,
Marine Girls,
The Fall,
Eric Copeland,
Brand Nubian,
Skaos,
Lou Reed,
Wolf Eyes,
Eric Dolphy,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Popol Vuh,
The Blues Magoos,
Scan 7,
Glenn Branca,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
New York Dolls,
Angry Samoans,
Agent Orange,
Sun City Girls,
Sun Ra,
Scion,
Whodini,
Sound Behaviour,
Pantaleimon,
Charles Mingus,
10cc,
T.S.O.L.,
Sight & Sound,
The Knickerbockers,
Barbara Tucker,
the Soft Cell,
Tommy Roe,
The Index,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson.
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.