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 Lucia and from Stockholm.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 rhodes 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 John Cale to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 CMW. All the underground hits.
All The Pop Group tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agitation Free 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mummies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maleditus Sound,
Bizarre Inc.,
Wasted Youth,
Marc Almond,
Buzzcocks,
Chris Corsano,
Nick Fraelich,
Whodini,
The Smiths,
Henry Cow,
Depeche Mode,
Fugazi,
Zero Boys,
Godley & Creme,
The Monks,
Rakim,
Intrusion,
Smog,
The Residents,
Lakeside,
The Blues Magoos,
Parry Music,
Sex Pistols,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Cybotron,
The Red Krayola,
DNA,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Fluxion,
The Happenings,
Black Flag,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Schoolly D,
Bronski Beat,
The Remains,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Isaac Hayes,
Black Pus,
Ronan,
Ossler,
Matthew Bourne,
Metal Thangz,
Boredoms,
Loose Ends,
Mo-Dettes,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Gap Band,
Juan Atkins,
Talk Talk,
Jacob Miller,
the Fania All-Stars,
Outsiders,
Sun Ra,
Black Sheep,
The Dirtbombs,
The Five Americans,
Deakin,
Underground Resistance,
Quadrant,
Second Layer,
the Slits,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck.
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.