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 Angola and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Toronto.
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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Jesus and Mary Chain to the rock 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 Frankie Knuckles. All the underground hits.
All Quadrant tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Make Up record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Howard Jones,
Arthur Verocai,
Kerri Chandler,
Fugazi,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ralphi Rosario,
Peter & Gordon,
Brick,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ultravox,
Oblivians,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lucky Dragons,
Roxette,
Byron Stingily,
Mandrill,
Circle Jerks,
Eden Ahbez,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sparks,
La Düsseldorf,
Gabor Szabo,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Knickerbockers,
The Invisible,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Sonics,
Deadbeat,
Delon & Dalcan,
David McCallum,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Wings,
the Fania All-Stars,
Technova,
Donald Byrd,
Hardrive,
Maurizio,
Ronan,
Toni Rubio,
Grey Daturas,
Quadrant,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Pet Shop Boys,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bluetip,
Main Source,
Sexual Harrassment,
Traffic Nightmare,
Gichy Dan,
the Soft Cell,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
FM Einheit,
Sonny Sharrock,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Happenings,
The Grass Roots,
The Black Dice,
Harmonia,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Basic Channel,
Joe Smooth,
Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr.
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.