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 United Kingdom and from Tehran.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Wake to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Camouflage. All the underground hits.
All Tears for Fears tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Urselle 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siouxsie and the Banshees record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stereo Dub,
Q and Not U,
Niagra,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Eric B and Rakim,
Q65,
Jeff Lynne,
Steve Hackett,
Sonny Sharrock,
Minor Threat,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lee Hazlewood,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lightning Bolt,
Suicide,
The New Christs,
Livin' Joy,
Mad Mike,
ABBA,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Index,
The Fortunes,
Drexciya,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Dennis Brown,
The J.B.'s,
The Slits,
Stiv Bators,
Smog,
The Selecter,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Suburban Knight,
The Fall,
Throbbing Gristle,
Kevin Saunderson,
D'Angelo,
Unwound,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Motorama,
Gang of Four,
Aloha Tigers,
Moss Icon,
the Slits,
Tom Boy,
Amazonics,
The Vogues,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Derrick Morgan,
The Young Rascals,
Massinfluence,
Donny Hathaway,
Intrusion,
Lucky Dragons,
Dark Day,
Todd Rundgren,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Raincoats,
Fad Gadget,
Heaven 17,
Lalo Schifrin,
Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station.
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.