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 Bangladesh and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 UT to the grime 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 Lalo Schifrin. All the underground hits.
All The Smoke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blossom Toes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Almond record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quadrant,
Mary Jane Girls,
Kerri Chandler,
The Electric Prunes,
Con Funk Shun,
Bronski Beat,
Zapp,
Chris & Cosey,
DJ Sneak,
Ultravox,
Schoolly D,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Joey Negro,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lou Reed,
The Smiths,
The Star Department,
The Gories,
The Young Rascals,
Connie Case,
AZ,
Bill Near,
Jeff Mills,
Guru Guru,
Duran Duran,
Malaria!,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sight & Sound,
The Human League,
Davy DMX,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sun City Girls,
The Happenings,
The Durutti Column,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Saints,
Wings,
Quando Quango,
Wire,
Von Mondo,
Heaven 17,
Wally Richardson,
the Soft Cell,
Laurel Aitken,
Cameo,
Skarface,
Minutemen,
Brothers Johnson,
Nas,
Matthew Halsall,
The Raincoats,
Steve Hackett,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Dark Day,
David McCallum,
Ultra Naté,
Japan,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Scott Walker,
Derrick Morgan,
Donald Byrd,
Bob Dylan,
Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks.
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.