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 Zimbabwe and from Manchester.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Michael McDonald 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 Anakelly to the grunge 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 Buzzcocks. All the underground hits.
All The Pretty Things tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Silicon Teens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scan 7 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
AZ,
Traffic Nightmare,
Tom Boy,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Funky Four + One,
Hot Snakes,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Saccharine Trust,
Monks,
Camberwell Now,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Cameo,
The Fuzztones,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
LL Cool J,
Byron Stingily,
John Coltrane,
Boz Scaggs,
Groovy Waters,
The Blackbyrds,
Ossler,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sixth Finger,
ABBA,
The Leaves,
Angry Samoans,
Scion,
The Slackers,
Radio Birdman,
The Birthday Party,
Bronski Beat,
Sight & Sound,
Hardrive,
Scientists,
Donny Hathaway,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Don Cherry,
The Fire Engines,
Bobby Byrd,
Connie Case,
Urselle,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Pierre Henry,
The Fugs,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Grey Daturas,
Idris Muhammad,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Electric Prunes,
Echospace,
Slave,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Faust,
Dawn Penn,
Television,
The Dead C,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Gories,
Japan,
Banda Bassotti,
The Motions, The Motions, The Motions, The Motions.
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.