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 Italy and from Edmonton.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Sad Lovers and Giants to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Television. All the underground hits.
All Bob Dylan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slits record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mighty Diamonds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lakeside,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Cramps,
Barclay James Harvest,
Soft Machine,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Kayak,
The Index,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Rufus Thomas,
Boredoms,
Bill Near,
Black Bananas,
Kurtis Blow,
Radiopuhelimet,
Royal Trux,
Whodini,
Neil Young,
Eden Ahbez,
Procol Harum,
June of 44,
Toni Rubio,
Alison Limerick,
Steve Hackett,
Fear,
Soul II Soul,
The Tremeloes,
Kool Moe Dee,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Dual Sessions,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bobby Byrd,
Newcleus,
Hoover,
Mars,
Anakelly,
Scion,
Drexciya,
Agent Orange,
Jesper Dahlback,
Technova,
Harmonia,
Mark Hollis,
The Monks,
K-Klass,
The Red Krayola,
John Cale,
Ohio Players,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Toasters,
Hasil Adkins,
Black Flag,
Tres Demented,
Ice-T,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Minny Pops,
The Seeds,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
This Heat,
Mantronix,
The Sound,
Bootsy Collins,
Desert Stars,
Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav.
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.