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 Turkey and from Lille.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Sandy B to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Nico. All the underground hits.
All MDC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Motorama record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fortunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Velvet Underground,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bush Tetras,
Suicide,
Vainqueur,
Mandrill,
Duran Duran,
The Cosmic Jokers,
New Age Steppers,
DNA,
Fluxion,
Grauzone,
Sun City Girls,
Kas Product,
The Neon Judgement,
The Toasters,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Kool Moe Dee,
Soft Cell,
The Alarm Clocks,
Robert Hood,
Half Japanese,
Slick Rick,
Guru Guru,
The Victims,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Eve St. Jones,
Minutemen,
Spoonie Gee,
Minor Threat,
The Blackbyrds,
Bobby Womack,
Visage,
Bronski Beat,
the Association,
Harry Pussy,
The Litter,
the Swans,
Crispian St. Peters,
Marvin Gaye,
June Days,
Jeff Mills,
AZ,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Drive Like Jehu,
Reuben Wilson,
Technova,
The Cure,
Bobby Byrd,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Matthew Halsall,
Maleditus Sound,
Scrapy,
Average White Band,
Rosa Yemen,
Radio Birdman,
Big Daddy Kane,
Aaron Thompson,
Reagan Youth,
La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf.
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.