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 Germany and from Manchester.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Letta Mbulu to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Mighty Diamonds. All the underground hits.
All PIL tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Althea and Donna record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Divine Comedy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Make Up,
Iggy Pop,
David Bowie,
Pulsallama,
Max Romeo,
Dead Boys,
KRS-One,
Warsaw,
DJ Sneak,
Eli Mardock,
Peter and Kerry,
Kerri Chandler,
Magma,
MC5,
Sound Behaviour,
Liliput,
Connie Case,
Mandrill,
H. Thieme,
U.S. Maple,
Whodini,
Minnie Riperton,
Fluxion,
Masters at Work,
Ice-T,
Buzzcocks,
Dual Sessions,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Modern Lovers,
The Blues Magoos,
The Sound,
The Victims,
Visage,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Gang Starr,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Associates,
The Techniques,
Zero Boys,
Stereo Dub,
Dennis Brown,
the Bar-Kays,
Susan Cadogan,
Alison Limerick,
the Association,
Roxy Music,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Grass Roots,
Robert Wyatt,
The Monks,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Metal Thangz,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
the Swans,
Todd Rundgren,
Los Fastidios,
Soulsonic Force,
Faraquet,
Big Daddy Kane,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants.
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.