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 Ethiopia and from Woodstock.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Roxy Music to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Agitation Free. All the underground hits.
All Rites of Spring tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 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 New York Dolls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
8 Eyed Spy,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Eric B and Rakim,
T.S.O.L.,
Sällskapet,
Trumans Water,
Wolf Eyes,
Au Pairs,
Tres Demented,
Alton Ellis,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Junior Murvin,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bobby Womack,
Desert Stars,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
X-Ray Spex,
Smog,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ornette Coleman,
The Blackbyrds,
The Red Krayola,
Lee Hazlewood,
Arab on Radar,
Soulsonic Force,
Skaos,
Accadde A,
Soft Cell,
Sparks,
Avey Tare,
Altered Images,
The Fugs,
Franke,
The Gap Band,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Duran Duran,
JFA,
Circle Jerks,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Shadows of Knight,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Zapp,
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James White and The Blacks,
The Kinks,
David Bowie,
The Associates,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sun Ra,
Amon Düül,
Ten City,
Marine Girls,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sixth Finger,
Depeche Mode,
Joe Finger,
The Fall,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
T. Rex,
The Stooges,
Wings, Wings, Wings, Wings.
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.