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 Nepal and from Madrid.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Robert Palmer 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 The Shadows of Knight to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Kaleidoscope. All the underground hits.
All Louis and Bebe Barron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Parrish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The New Christs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Be Bop Deluxe,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Crime,
The Invisible,
Qualms,
The Neon Judgement,
Half Japanese,
The Doors,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
DJ Style,
Brand Nubian,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Minutemen,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Warsaw,
Spoonie Gee,
Tears for Fears,
Black Pus,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Youth Brigade,
Whodini,
Pulsallama,
Bob Dylan,
Todd Rundgren,
Suicide,
Drexciya,
Eurythmics,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Tomorrow,
Von Mondo,
X-Ray Spex,
Alice Coltrane,
Tropical Tobacco,
DJ Sneak,
Unrelated Segments,
Max Romeo,
Lou Christie,
Roy Ayers,
The Walker Brothers,
Dawn Penn,
Basic Channel,
Amon Düül,
Boredoms,
Agent Orange,
Toni Rubio,
John Cale,
Joyce Sims,
Bush Tetras,
Mantronix,
Nation of Ulysses,
Reagan Youth,
Throbbing Gristle,
Rod Modell,
Pylon,
Silicon Teens,
Steve Hackett,
The Mojo Men,
Ultra Naté,
Scan 7,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Wake,
Scott Walker,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon.
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.