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 Stockholm.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Smiths to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Accadde A. All the underground hits.
All Blancmange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Simply Red record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delon & Dalcan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gap Band,
The Evens,
Duran Duran,
Scan 7,
Joensuu 1685,
Amazonics,
Radiohead,
Aswad,
The Moody Blues,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bronski Beat,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Moss Icon,
Drive Like Jehu,
Rakim,
Liliput,
In Retrospect,
Quando Quango,
The Human League,
Scott Walker,
Joe Finger,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Pantytec,
Davy DMX,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Echospace,
The Residents,
Don Cherry,
Darondo,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Schoolly D,
Nik Kershaw,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Real Kids,
Cameo,
Ohio Players,
Barry Ungar,
Ronnie Foster,
La Düsseldorf,
Ultimate Spinach,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Gang Green,
Barbara Tucker,
The Happenings,
The Star Department,
Wings,
The New Christs,
Hardrive,
Soul II Soul,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Von Mondo,
The Searchers,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ornette Coleman,
Stiv Bators,
Swans,
The Five Americans,
Minor Threat,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Los Fastidios,
World's Most, World's Most, World's Most, World's Most.
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.