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 Belarus and from London.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Scrapy to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Siouxsie and the Banshees. All the underground hits.
All Adolescents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Bourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anakelly,
Bang On A Can,
The Alarm Clocks,
Deepchord,
Eddi Front,
Yellowson,
Prince Buster,
Kool Moe Dee,
X-Ray Spex,
Lou Christie,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Erykah Badu,
The Names,
Mary Jane Girls,
Q and Not U,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Television Personalities,
The Fire Engines,
Outsiders,
Porter Ricks,
Hot Snakes,
Yazoo,
Whodini,
Average White Band,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Mission of Burma,
Dave Gahan,
Shuggie Otis,
Scratch Acid,
A Certain Ratio,
Soul Sonic Force,
Eden Ahbez,
Arthur Verocai,
Big Daddy Kane,
Thee Headcoats,
The Motions,
Pylon,
Animal Collective,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Simply Red,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Eli Mardock,
Neu!,
The Gap Band,
Blancmange,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Tom Boy,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Count Five,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
X-102,
Second Layer,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Radio Birdman,
the Germs,
The Neon Judgement,
8 Eyed Spy,
Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins.
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.