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 Jordan and from Tokyo.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 L. Decosne to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Jesper Dahlbäck. All the underground hits.
All Crash Course in Science tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smiths 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Joe Finger,
Tropical Tobacco,
Banda Bassotti,
MDC,
Pussy Galore,
The Toasters,
Organ,
The Fire Engines,
The Shadows of Knight,
Delta 5,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Gladiators,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lyres,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Roxette,
JFA,
Pole,
Ten City,
Jerry's Kids,
Aaron Thompson,
Maleditus Sound,
Technova,
Soft Cell,
Mars,
The Gap Band,
The Human League,
Scan 7,
New York Dolls,
X-Ray Spex,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Television Personalities,
The Monochrome Set,
The Barracudas,
Archie Shepp,
Pierre Henry,
Theoretical Girls,
Hot Snakes,
Shuggie Otis,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Chris & Cosey,
Blake Baxter,
MC5,
Das Ding,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Barbara Tucker,
Barrington Levy,
The Martian,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Joey Negro,
Danielle Patucci,
Barry Ungar,
Cameo,
ABC,
The Black Dice,
Darondo,
Section 25,
Lou Christie,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band.
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.