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 Kosovo and from Stockholm.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 June Days to the disco 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 Wally Richardson. All the underground hits.
All Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Foxx 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 guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Al Stewart record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Jimmy McGriff,
Soul II Soul,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Human League,
Bob Dylan,
Sugar Minott,
The Pretty Things,
Motorama,
Black Pus,
Joey Negro,
Agent Orange,
Mary Jane Girls,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Accadde A,
The Durutti Column,
X-102,
MDC,
Reuben Wilson,
Metal Thangz,
Jeff Mills,
Matthew Halsall,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Soft Machine,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Red Krayola,
Isaac Hayes,
Section 25,
Little Man,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Pere Ubu,
Rod Modell,
Intrusion,
Zapp,
Lakeside,
The Misunderstood,
Crash Course in Science,
Crispian St. Peters,
Grey Daturas,
Gichy Dan,
Harry Pussy,
Sonic Youth,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Max Romeo,
Tomorrow,
The Electric Prunes,
Gang Starr,
Fear,
The Gun Club,
Cal Tjader,
The Associates,
Average White Band,
Big Daddy Kane,
Wire,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Minutemen,
Boogie Down Productions,
Desert Stars,
Stetsasonic,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ossler, Ossler, Ossler, Ossler.
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.