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 Russia and from Jakarta.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 chamberlin 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 Sight & Sound to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Mantronix. All the underground hits.
All The Leaves tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wings record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Raincoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Girls At Our Best!,
Silicon Teens,
John Coltrane,
Smog,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Eric Dolphy,
Rotary Connection,
Hasil Adkins,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Kerrie Biddell,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sex Pistols,
The Count Five,
Absolute Body Control,
Donald Byrd,
Todd Terry,
Black Moon,
Connie Case,
Jimmy McGriff,
Barclay James Harvest,
Zero Boys,
The Doobie Brothers,
Fear,
Grandmaster Flash,
Zapp,
Gichy Dan,
The Searchers,
Wasted Youth,
Depeche Mode,
Joe Finger,
Joensuu 1685,
Grauzone,
Bobbi Humphrey,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Gang Starr,
Arthur Verocai,
H. Thieme,
Warsaw,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Simply Red,
Roxy Music,
Slick Rick,
Interpol,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Section 25,
Iggy Pop,
Crooked Eye,
Fugazi,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
KRS-One,
John Foxx,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Birthday Party,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
James White and The Blacks,
Josef K,
Angry Samoans,
Trumans Water,
The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground.
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.