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 Eritrea and from Mexico City.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Cowsills to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Morten Harket. All the underground hits.
All Derrick Morgan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swell Maps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sisters of Mercy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rites of Spring,
The Associates,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Quando Quango,
Heaven 17,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Tres Demented,
New Order,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Section 25,
the Germs,
The Mummies,
Loose Ends,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Television,
Matthew Halsall,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Blancmange,
Man Parrish,
kango's stein massive,
Lower 48,
Skaos,
Public Enemy,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Zeros,
Rod Modell,
Idris Muhammad,
Godley & Creme,
Skriet,
Nick Fraelich,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Dead C,
Pole,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Model 500,
Agitation Free,
The Birthday Party,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
the Human League,
Letta Mbulu,
Minny Pops,
The Happenings,
A Certain Ratio,
Sällskapet,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Jesper Dahlback,
Adolescents,
Arcadia,
Alphaville,
The Beau Brummels,
Sixth Finger,
The Real Kids,
The Vogues,
La Düsseldorf,
a-ha,
Flash Fearless,
Barclay James Harvest,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Nik Kershaw,
Little Man,
Mantronix,
The Five Americans,
Inner City, Inner City, Inner City, Inner City.
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.