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 Uruguay and from Sao Paulo.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 synthesizer 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 One Last Wish to the funk 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 Cheater Slicks. All the underground hits.
All The Leaves tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swell Maps 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Altered Images record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonny Sharrock,
Todd Rundgren,
Kerri Chandler,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Stockholm Monsters,
Outsiders,
Nils Olav,
Tres Demented,
Underground Resistance,
Lou Christie,
Unwound,
Scrapy,
Y Pants,
Desert Stars,
Wally Richardson,
The Neon Judgement,
Prince Buster,
Todd Terry,
Babytalk,
Fad Gadget,
Amon Düül II,
Amon Düül,
Patti Smith,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Franke,
The Dirtbombs,
Bobby Womack,
Public Image Ltd.,
Jandek,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Dawn Penn,
Cal Tjader,
Boredoms,
Marine Girls,
Skaos,
Grandmaster Flash,
Henry Cow,
The Litter,
Isaac Hayes,
Dave Gahan,
Inner City,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Gun Club,
Skriet,
Kas Product,
Black Sheep,
Pagans,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sun City Girls,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bootsy Collins,
Pole,
Deadbeat,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Knickerbockers,
CMW,
Graham Central Station,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
UT, UT, UT, UT.
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.