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 Togo and from Spokane.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Scott Walker to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Kurtis Blow. All the underground hits.
All Frankie Knuckles tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dave Gahan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drive Like Jehu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool Moe Dee,
Ice-T,
Technova,
Tom Boy,
Zero Boys,
Desert Stars,
Roxette,
Rapeman,
Yaz,
Grauzone,
X-102,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
ABBA,
Swell Maps,
Brothers Johnson,
Urselle,
Jacques Brel,
Janne Schatter,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bobby Byrd,
Joe Smooth,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Funky Four + One,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Slick Rick,
John Lydon,
June Days,
AZ,
Shoche,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Angels of Light,
Bootsy Collins,
Radiopuhelimet,
Chris & Cosey,
Pagans,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Peter & Gordon,
Organ,
Iggy Pop,
The Zeros,
Ten City,
Parry Music,
Aaron Thompson,
Popol Vuh,
The Kinks,
Goldenarms,
Matthew Bourne,
Massinfluence,
Graham Central Station,
Beasts of Bourbon,
La Düsseldorf,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
E-Dancer,
Pylon,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Standells,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Fugazi,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots.
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.