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 Syria 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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Robert Palmer 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic to the dance 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 Peter & Gordon. All the underground hits.
All Ronan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mr. Review 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-102 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Toasters,
Sandy B,
Pantaleimon,
Slick Rick,
Crooked Eye,
June of 44,
The Monochrome Set,
Shoche,
Soft Machine,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Section 25,
Q65,
Steve Hackett,
Minor Threat,
Soul Sonic Force,
Jacob Miller,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Second Layer,
Sonic Youth,
Yazoo,
The Divine Comedy,
Eurythmics,
Gong,
Groovy Waters,
Delta 5,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Skatalites,
John Foxx,
Television,
Fela Kuti,
DJ Style,
the Germs,
FM Einheit,
Newcleus,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Moody Blues,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Robert Hood,
Underground Resistance,
Ituana,
Altered Images,
Patti Smith,
The Searchers,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
KRS-One,
Black Moon,
Pussy Galore,
Lyres,
Boz Scaggs,
Stockholm Monsters,
Neu!,
Jeru the Damaja,
Rapeman,
The Seeds,
Tom Boy,
Chrome,
Barbara Tucker,
The Grass Roots,
The Flesh Eaters,
Von Mondo,
Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover.
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.