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 Lithuania and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Sex Pistols. All the underground hits.
All Kayak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Groovy Waters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Black Dice,
Slick Rick,
Deakin,
Gil Scott Heron,
Oblivians,
Liliput,
Hardrive,
Bill Wells,
June of 44,
Henry Cow,
Monolake,
Rhythm & Sound,
The United States of America,
These Immortal Souls,
The Divine Comedy,
DJ Style,
Letta Mbulu,
Todd Rundgren,
Pantaleimon,
Bad Manners,
Neu!,
The Neon Judgement,
Man Eating Sloth,
T.S.O.L.,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Trojans,
Hasil Adkins,
The Sonics,
Boz Scaggs,
Ultimate Spinach,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Althea and Donna,
The Fugs,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lou Reed,
Josef K,
Accadde A,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Fire Engines,
Whodini,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Eddi Front,
Anthony Braxton,
The Red Krayola,
Sixth Finger,
the Bar-Kays,
Ultravox,
Pierre Henry,
Technova,
The Litter,
Brothers Johnson,
Bush Tetras,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sällskapet,
London Community Gospel Choir,
UT,
The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground.
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.