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 the UAE and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 snare 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 Sparks to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Barclay James Harvest. All the underground hits.
All Massinfluence tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rakim 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Icehouse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare 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?
Ultimate Spinach,
Flash Fearless,
The Real Kids,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
LL Cool J,
Mark Hollis,
Thee Headcoats,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Sound,
La Düsseldorf,
ABC,
Lalo Schifrin,
Arthur Verocai,
The Trojans,
The J.B.'s,
Quantec,
Grey Daturas,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Q65,
Dark Day,
Pagans,
Massinfluence,
Babytalk,
The American Breed,
Tim Buckley,
Silicon Teens,
David Bowie,
Basic Channel,
Surgeon,
Cymande,
Camouflage,
The Victims,
Girls At Our Best!,
Khruangbin,
Soulsonic Force,
Little Man,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
X-Ray Spex,
Deepchord,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Barrington Levy,
Dorothy Ashby,
Mantronix,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Terrestrial Tones,
Black Moon,
Crash Course in Science,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bob Dylan,
Scott Walker,
The Cowsills,
Swell Maps,
The Blackbyrds,
The Remains,
Suicide,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Scrapy,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Glenn Branca,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Malaria!,
Black Flag,
Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield.
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.