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 Hong Kong.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Lou Reed 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 Slits to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Rites of Spring. All the underground hits.
All Oneida tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Leonard Cohen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sixth Finger,
Second Layer,
Sly & The Family Stone,
the Normal,
The Durutti Column,
the Swans,
KRS-One,
Lee Hazlewood,
Rosa Yemen,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Count Five,
Y Pants,
Curtis Mayfield,
Quantec,
Bootsy Collins,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Victims,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Fugs,
Monolake,
Pylon,
Pagans,
The Walker Brothers,
Jeff Lynne,
Khruangbin,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Faust,
Funky Four + One,
Hoover,
Jeru the Damaja,
Fat Boys,
Brass Construction,
Bad Manners,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Thompson Twins,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bizarre Inc.,
Skaos,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Velvet Underground,
James White and The Blacks,
Loose Ends,
Porter Ricks,
X-Ray Spex,
Godley & Creme,
New Age Steppers,
Joy Division,
The Index,
Joe Smooth,
Derrick May,
The Red Krayola,
Altered Images,
Sparks,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bobbi Humphrey,
a-ha,
Gil Scott Heron,
Boogie Down Productions,
Section 25,
Harry Pussy,
Scion,
Vainqueur,
The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators.
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.