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 Malta and from Tokyo.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lille.
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 808 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 Underground Resistance to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Frankie Knuckles. All the underground hits.
All Inner City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Dolphy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Real Kids,
The Cure,
The Buckinghams,
PIL,
Ronan,
Joe Finger,
the Slits,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Eddi Front,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Soulsonic Force,
Popol Vuh,
Amon Düül,
Erasure,
Agitation Free,
Rod Modell,
Al Stewart,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Radiopuhelimet,
Aural Exciters,
Index,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Tears for Fears,
Big Daddy Kane,
Jerry's Kids,
Michelle Simonal,
Bronski Beat,
Ice-T,
Black Bananas,
Reagan Youth,
Smog,
Joyce Sims,
The Dirtbombs,
Fugazi,
Mary Jane Girls,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
the Normal,
The Cowsills,
John Lydon,
Lindisfarne,
Sandy B,
Rosa Yemen,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Marine Girls,
Bobby Womack,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Heaven 17,
Barclay James Harvest,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Boogie Down Productions,
Siglo XX,
Boz Scaggs,
Unwound,
The Beau Brummels,
Sister Nancy,
The Names,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Donny Hathaway,
Judy Mowatt,
Flash Fearless,
Jimmy McGriff,
Nirvana,
Excepter, Excepter, Excepter, Excepter.
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.