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 Kenya and from Philadelphia.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Mojo Men 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 The Music Machine. All the underground hits.
All Todd Rundgren tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Buckinghams record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Strawberry Alarm Clock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cheater Slicks,
Cameo,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lou Reed,
Laurel Aitken,
DNA,
The Remains,
Soul II Soul,
Avey Tare,
Desert Stars,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ultimate Spinach,
Scrapy,
Royal Trux,
Nick Fraelich,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Duran Duran,
Warren Ellis,
Josef K,
Ultravox,
New Age Steppers,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Kinks,
Wasted Youth,
Nico,
Aloha Tigers,
The Birthday Party,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Stooges,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Dave Gahan,
Circle Jerks,
Matthew Bourne,
Eden Ahbez,
Wire,
The Moody Blues,
Cymande,
Maurizio,
Alton Ellis,
Steve Hackett,
Todd Terry,
Black Sheep,
Judy Mowatt,
Swans,
Porter Ricks,
Essential Logic,
Black Bananas,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Pulsallama,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ronan,
Robert Hood,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Boogie Down Productions,
Eve St. Jones,
Audionom,
Lebanon Hanover,
Nirvana,
Pere Ubu,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola.
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.