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 Ukraine and from Lyon.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 guitar 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 Dawn Penn to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Marmalade. All the underground hits.
All DJ Style tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Banda Bassotti 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dead Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glambeats Corp.,
Ornette Coleman,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Blossom Toes,
The Young Rascals,
Bobby Womack,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Little Man,
The New Christs,
John Coltrane,
The Litter,
Yellowson,
Juan Atkins,
Bobby Byrd,
The Zeros,
Letta Mbulu,
Outsiders,
Franke,
Scion,
Khruangbin,
The Fall,
The Slits,
Jawbox,
Supertramp,
Wings,
DJ Style,
Public Image Ltd.,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Althea and Donna,
Black Flag,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bauhaus,
Eric Dolphy,
Dual Sessions,
The Golliwogs,
Godley & Creme,
The Offenders,
Todd Rundgren,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Patti Smith,
The Barracudas,
Pharoah Sanders,
Gregory Isaacs,
Rapeman,
Grauzone,
Joe Smooth,
John Lydon,
Young Marble Giants,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Masters at Work,
H. Thieme,
Hoover,
Jacques Brel,
Von Mondo,
June Days,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Saints,
Cluster,
Roxette,
Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms.
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.