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 Serbia and from Manchester.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Doobie Brothers to the grunge 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 The Mighty Diamonds. All the underground hits.
All Rapeman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultra Naté record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sunsets and Hearts record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Detroit Cobras,
the Germs,
The Sonics,
Alton Ellis,
Harpers Bizarre,
Khruangbin,
Scientists,
New Order,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Visage,
LL Cool J,
Minutemen,
Saccharine Trust,
John Lydon,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Walker Brothers,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Barclay James Harvest,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Seeds,
B.T. Express,
The Pretty Things,
The Gun Club,
Ornette Coleman,
Sugar Minott,
Mission of Burma,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Man Eating Sloth,
Maleditus Sound,
Cameo,
Minny Pops,
Minnie Riperton,
Barbara Tucker,
Niagra,
Silicon Teens,
Tommy Roe,
Circle Jerks,
Second Layer,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Accadde A,
Eddi Front,
Kerri Chandler,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Black Dice,
Althea and Donna,
Jerry's Kids,
The Count Five,
Chrome,
Roy Ayers,
Black Sheep,
Swans,
Urselle,
Marshall Jefferson,
June Days,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Marcia Griffiths,
Zapp,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Spoonie Gee,
Robert Hood,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne.
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.