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 Chile and from Cairo.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 chamberlin 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Jesper Dahlback. All the underground hits.
All Hasil Adkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gories record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Surgeon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Index,
Audionom,
Kurtis Blow,
Oneida,
Jimmy McGriff,
Minnie Riperton,
Lee Hazlewood,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Rotary Connection,
The Invisible,
Ten City,
Harpers Bizarre,
Duran Duran,
Lakeside,
Scientists,
Funky Four + One,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ice-T,
The Real Kids,
Glenn Branca,
Dark Day,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
T.S.O.L.,
Index,
Wire,
U.S. Maple,
Suburban Knight,
Roxette,
Junior Murvin,
Lower 48,
Cluster,
the Sonics,
Minor Threat,
June of 44,
Underground Resistance,
Matthew Halsall,
Sparks,
Agitation Free,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Mark Hollis,
Moebius,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Buckinghams,
Make Up,
OOIOO,
Boogie Down Productions,
La Düsseldorf,
The Selecter,
Crispian St. Peters,
Jawbox,
Blancmange,
Skaos,
The Golliwogs,
Procol Harum,
Niagra,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Byron Stingily,
Black Flag,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Pierre Henry,
Traffic Nightmare,
Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim.
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.