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 Lesotho and from Woodstock.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Toronto.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Simply Red to the grime 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 Clear Light. All the underground hits.
All Spoonie Gee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Swans 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 guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bad Manners record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mr. Review,
The Birthday Party,
A Certain Ratio,
Fear,
The Moody Blues,
cv313,
Suburban Knight,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Marshall Jefferson,
Siglo XX,
Monolake,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Infiniti,
Crash Course in Science,
Peter and Kerry,
Dead Boys,
Stetsasonic,
Sound Behaviour,
Leonard Cohen,
Tres Demented,
David McCallum,
Aloha Tigers,
Soul II Soul,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
K-Klass,
The Busters,
Quantec,
Bootsy Collins,
Kurtis Blow,
the Sonics,
Moss Icon,
Ornette Coleman,
Popol Vuh,
Camouflage,
The Saints,
Negative Approach,
Sarah Menescal,
The Seeds,
Black Flag,
Ituana,
Deakin,
Connie Case,
Derrick May,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Reagan Youth,
Danielle Patucci,
OOIOO,
Derrick Morgan,
Lyres,
Judy Mowatt,
Q and Not U,
Surgeon,
Excepter,
The Smoke,
Warsaw,
Loose Ends,
Josef K,
Mandrill,
The Knickerbockers,
The Motions,
Eve St. Jones,
Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty.
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.