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 Guinea and from Milan.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 synthesizer 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 10cc to the jazz 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 Ossler. All the underground hits.
All Buzzcocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare 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 chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wolf Eyes,
AZ,
The Associates,
Lalann,
The Sonics,
Arab on Radar,
F. McDonald,
Young Marble Giants,
E-Dancer,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Zeros,
The Seeds,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ponytail,
Metal Thangz,
Jeff Lynne,
Pere Ubu,
Camouflage,
Al Stewart,
Stiv Bators,
Eric B and Rakim,
Don Cherry,
K-Klass,
John Coltrane,
Khruangbin,
Public Image Ltd.,
Y Pants,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ten City,
Anakelly,
Gang Starr,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Soft Machine,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Eden Ahbez,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Darondo,
Cluster,
Albert Ayler,
The Black Dice,
Ice-T,
Gastr Del Sol,
New York Dolls,
Minutemen,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Gories,
Soul II Soul,
Mars,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Gladiators,
The Blackbyrds,
Bobby Byrd,
Lakeside,
The Gun Club,
Bauhaus,
Smog,
The Electric Prunes,
David Bowie,
Derrick May,
Arthur Verocai,
Altered Images,
The Walker Brothers,
The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths.
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.