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 Solomon Islands and from Philadelphia.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Minny Pops to the disco 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 Desert Stars. All the underground hits.
All Laurel Aitken tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Traffic Nightmare record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minor Threat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Al Stewart,
Arthur Verocai,
Wasted Youth,
Derrick Morgan,
Terrestrial Tones,
Archie Shepp,
Heaven 17,
Rotary Connection,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Slits,
Tubeway Army,
CMW,
Shuggie Otis,
The New Christs,
Marcia Griffiths,
PIL,
The Trojans,
The Remains,
Jimmy McGriff,
Magma,
Buzzcocks,
KRS-One,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lindisfarne,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
DNA,
Pussy Galore,
L. Decosne,
Glenn Branca,
Patti Smith,
Terry Callier,
Q65,
The Residents,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Cure,
Bauhaus,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Icehouse,
LL Cool J,
Suicide,
One Last Wish,
Jeff Mills,
Eurythmics,
Main Source,
Skarface,
Man Parrish,
The Blues Magoos,
ABBA,
Lalann,
The Slackers,
Flash Fearless,
E-Dancer,
Sister Nancy,
Masters at Work,
Siglo XX,
AZ,
Donny Hathaway,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Godley & Creme,
The Detroit Cobras,
Amazonics,
Delta 5,
The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers.
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.