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 Estonia and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Flesh Eaters to the grime 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 Mantronix. All the underground hits.
All Outsiders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Joe & The Fish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Adolescents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rotary Connection,
DJ Style,
Crash Course in Science,
Smog,
The Alarm Clocks,
kango's stein massive,
Robert Görl,
Alice Coltrane,
Junior Murvin,
Roxette,
Fear,
The Offenders,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Main Source,
Altered Images,
Ohio Players,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Detroit Cobras,
Desert Stars,
Gregory Isaacs,
Eric Copeland,
R.M.O.,
Delta 5,
Pet Shop Boys,
Simply Red,
Gastr Del Sol,
Young Marble Giants,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Selecter,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Leaves,
The Gun Club,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Saints,
Japan,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Sonics,
Scott Walker,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Buckinghams,
Rosa Yemen,
Steve Hackett,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Golliwogs,
John Coltrane,
Guru Guru,
The Index,
A Certain Ratio,
Cal Tjader,
China Crisis,
Silicon Teens,
B.T. Express,
Tres Demented,
Yusef Lateef,
Slave,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bobby Sherman,
Soulsonic Force,
Minutemen,
Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily.
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.