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 Czech Republic and from Houston.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Zero Boys to the grime 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 Reagan Youth. All the underground hits.
All Tres Demented tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June Days 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nirvana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nation of Ulysses,
Cameo,
Parry Music,
The Slackers,
Cheater Slicks,
Franke,
Animal Collective,
Kas Product,
Scion,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Magma,
Leonard Cohen,
Ash Ra Tempel,
China Crisis,
Gang Starr,
The Alarm Clocks,
Alphaville,
Duran Duran,
Theoretical Girls,
The Searchers,
Flamin' Groovies,
Tres Demented,
R.M.O.,
Lucky Dragons,
Barclay James Harvest,
Kevin Saunderson,
Laurel Aitken,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Sonics,
Soul Sonic Force,
Scratch Acid,
Wire,
Camberwell Now,
Kenny Larkin,
Iggy Pop,
Janne Schatter,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Con Funk Shun,
The Gories,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Grey Daturas,
Joyce Sims,
The Blues Magoos,
The Walker Brothers,
Harpers Bizarre,
Groovy Waters,
Au Pairs,
The Busters,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Rotary Connection,
The Offenders,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Pantytec,
Hardrive,
Wings,
PIL,
Matthew Halsall,
the Germs,
Make Up,
The Cure,
Infiniti,
Babytalk,
T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex.
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.