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 Tajikistan and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 spring reverb 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 Heaven 17 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 DJ Sneak. All the underground hits.
All Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Copeland record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Slick Rick,
Don Cherry,
Suburban Knight,
Camouflage,
Visage,
Roy Ayers,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Audionom,
Quadrant,
DNA,
Moss Icon,
Black Sheep,
David Axelrod,
Negative Approach,
MDC,
Flipper,
Kayak,
Oneida,
Nas,
Roxy Music,
Easy Going,
Quando Quango,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Neon Judgement,
Tommy Roe,
The Human League,
Steve Hackett,
the Swans,
Pere Ubu,
the Human League,
Trumans Water,
Skaos,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Evens,
Swans,
The Dead C,
One Last Wish,
The Fall,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Pop Group,
The Selecter,
Sound Behaviour,
The Electric Prunes,
Khruangbin,
Urselle,
Sister Nancy,
Pole,
Brass Construction,
UT,
Camberwell Now,
Amon Düül,
Jesper Dahlback,
Icehouse,
Vladislav Delay,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths.
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.