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 Mali 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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 China Crisis to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Surgeon. All the underground hits.
All LL Cool J tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Offenders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Bar-Kays record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scratch Acid,
Kurtis Blow,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Minutemen,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The J.B.'s,
Roxette,
48th St. Collective,
Pere Ubu,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Black Flag,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
LL Cool J,
The Red Krayola,
DJ Sneak,
The Zeros,
Traffic Nightmare,
Surgeon,
Symarip,
Nirvana,
Nik Kershaw,
Derrick Morgan,
The Alarm Clocks,
Robert Görl,
Zapp,
Black Moon,
Fear,
Nick Fraelich,
Main Source,
Vladislav Delay,
Roxy Music,
The Wake,
Ken Boothe,
David McCallum,
The Doobie Brothers,
Quando Quango,
Visage,
Royal Trux,
Pharoah Sanders,
Wally Richardson,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Judy Mowatt,
Rites of Spring,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Cymande,
Grey Daturas,
One Last Wish,
The Black Dice,
Wire,
Delon & Dalcan,
Rapeman,
Bad Manners,
Spandau Ballet,
Sandy B,
Kas Product,
Roger Hodgson,
Arcadia,
Whodini,
Ronan,
Barry Ungar,
Unwound,
Todd Terry,
Jeff Lynne,
Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band.
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.