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 Austria and from London.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Cairo.
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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Fire Engines to the crunk 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 Mr. Review. All the underground hits.
All Section 25 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sight & Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Age Steppers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Association,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Star Department,
Inner City,
Sugar Minott,
The Invisible,
Gang Starr,
Faraquet,
Pylon,
Tomorrow,
Crime,
Intrusion,
Glenn Branca,
Mars,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Frankie Knuckles,
Banda Bassotti,
Ice-T,
One Last Wish,
Dorothy Ashby,
Quando Quango,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Dead Boys,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Hardrive,
Tears for Fears,
Terry Callier,
Ronnie Foster,
Wire,
Subhumans,
Pet Shop Boys,
Shuggie Otis,
New Order,
Rosa Yemen,
the Slits,
Porter Ricks,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Names,
Peter & Gordon,
Nils Olav,
Agitation Free,
Brick,
Surgeon,
F. McDonald,
Morten Harket,
Hasil Adkins,
Quadrant,
Scratch Acid,
Gang Green,
Dave Gahan,
Scott Walker,
Average White Band,
the Soft Cell,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Main Source,
Arab on Radar,
Sixth Finger,
Q65,
Marmalade,
The Smoke,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Section 25,
Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen.
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.