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 St Kitts & Nevis 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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Lungfish to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 a-ha. All the underground hits.
All Dead Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Association record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a a-ha record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy Collins,
June of 44,
Sex Pistols,
Moss Icon,
Althea and Donna,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Camberwell Now,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Rotary Connection,
The Evens,
Technova,
The Offenders,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Smoke,
The Trojans,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sandy B,
K-Klass,
Scion,
Deepchord,
Lyres,
Junior Murvin,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Vainqueur,
MDC,
Organ,
The Birthday Party,
The Pretty Things,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lou Christie,
Gerry Rafferty,
Severed Heads,
Al Stewart,
kango's stein massive,
Minny Pops,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Residents,
Franke,
Skaos,
Ohio Players,
Gang of Four,
48th St. Collective,
LL Cool J,
Urselle,
Minnie Riperton,
David McCallum,
T.S.O.L.,
The Doobie Brothers,
Pole,
Derrick Morgan,
The Selecter,
Rod Modell,
The Electric Prunes,
These Immortal Souls,
The Vogues,
Brick,
Peter & Gordon,
Simply Red,
Skriet,
Fear,
In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect.
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.