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 Mauritania and from Paris.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 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 Chrome to the electroclash 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 Theoretical Girls. All the underground hits.
All T.S.O.L. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythm & Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Negative Approach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Con Funk Shun,
The Kinks,
Tubeway Army,
The Cure,
DJ Style,
Blancmange,
Livin' Joy,
Dark Day,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Accadde A,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Janne Schatter,
Warren Ellis,
The Tremeloes,
Soft Cell,
the Association,
Gang Starr,
Goldenarms,
Barbara Tucker,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Jimmy McGriff,
Moby Grape,
Traffic Nightmare,
Don Cherry,
Public Enemy,
Yaz,
The Remains,
Saccharine Trust,
Alison Limerick,
The Durutti Column,
Dennis Brown,
Lightning Bolt,
The Raincoats,
Kas Product,
Lebanon Hanover,
Animal Collective,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ossler,
The Electric Prunes,
Eric Copeland,
Mo-Dettes,
The Offenders,
Joensuu 1685,
The Residents,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Chris & Cosey,
Minnie Riperton,
Kurtis Blow,
Tomorrow,
Ronan,
The Young Rascals,
E-Dancer,
The Sound,
Joe Finger,
Suburban Knight,
June Days,
Donald Byrd,
Rapeman,
Sällskapet,
John Lydon,
Jacques Brel,
Hashim, Hashim, Hashim, Hashim.
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.