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 Kyrgyzstan and from Tokyo.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Royal Trux to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Charles Mingus. All the underground hits.
All Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Procol Harum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Offenders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fela Kuti,
Bauhaus,
The Doobie Brothers,
Cameo,
One Last Wish,
Terrestrial Tones,
Scan 7,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Flipper,
Cheater Slicks,
Von Mondo,
Tom Boy,
Public Image Ltd.,
Royal Trux,
David Bowie,
The Smoke,
The Pretty Things,
Qualms,
China Crisis,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Slackers,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Moebius,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ultimate Spinach,
Jerry's Kids,
Metal Thangz,
cv313,
Suburban Knight,
48th St. Collective,
The Moody Blues,
The Residents,
Vainqueur,
Marmalade,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Jimmy McGriff,
La Düsseldorf,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
MDC,
Model 500,
Man Parrish,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Raincoats,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Idris Muhammad,
Jawbox,
Surgeon,
Subhumans,
Niagra,
Gastr Del Sol,
Radio Birdman,
Mo-Dettes,
The Black Dice,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Unrelated Segments,
Au Pairs,
Minny Pops,
Kerri Chandler,
The Litter, The Litter, The Litter, The Litter.
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.