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 Grenada and from Paris.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Theoretical Girls to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Ken Boothe. All the underground hits.
All Parry Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Bourne 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ultimate Spinach,
Althea and Donna,
Glambeats Corp.,
Dead Boys,
Nas,
Swans,
The Count Five,
Section 25,
Kerri Chandler,
Junior Murvin,
The Doors,
The Young Rascals,
Thompson Twins,
Isaac Hayes,
Lee Hazlewood,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Blancmange,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lungfish,
Motorama,
Brothers Johnson,
The Smiths,
Nick Fraelich,
Brass Construction,
Reuben Wilson,
Funky Four + One,
Bobbi Humphrey,
the Soft Cell,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Dave Gahan,
Loose Ends,
This Heat,
the Bar-Kays,
John Lydon,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ten City,
MC5,
Arab on Radar,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Metal Thangz,
The Zeros,
Radiopuhelimet,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ronan,
Fear,
Fatback Band,
Sister Nancy,
Young Marble Giants,
Skaos,
Country Teasers,
Ken Boothe,
H. Thieme,
Wings,
ABBA,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Darondo,
The Tremeloes,
Circle Jerks,
One Last Wish,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
June of 44, June of 44, June of 44, June of 44.
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.