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 Libya 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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Section 25 to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Q65. All the underground hits.
All Sixth Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mission of Burma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Main Source,
Animal Collective,
Chrome,
Sällskapet,
The Cure,
Japan,
DJ Sneak,
The Standells,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Aswad,
Gang Gang Dance,
Neu!,
Anthony Braxton,
Minnie Riperton,
a-ha,
Pole,
Wire,
Joyce Sims,
The Smiths,
Stiv Bators,
Arab on Radar,
Heaven 17,
Bluetip,
Lyres,
Camberwell Now,
Banda Bassotti,
Rakim,
Gabor Szabo,
Archie Shepp,
Soul Sonic Force,
Steve Hackett,
Skaos,
Davy DMX,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Marc Almond,
Robert Görl,
the Normal,
David Bowie,
Easy Going,
Thompson Twins,
The Pretty Things,
A Certain Ratio,
Monolake,
Cameo,
Babytalk,
L. Decosne,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Busters,
Fear,
Iggy Pop,
Adolescents,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Idris Muhammad,
Janne Schatter,
The Count Five,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Donald Byrd,
Circle Jerks,
Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp.
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.