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 New Zealand and from Stockholm.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim to the crunk 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 Gerry Rafferty. All the underground hits.
All The Cosmic Jokers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Lydon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
a-ha,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Gang Starr,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ohio Players,
Byron Stingily,
Bobby Sherman,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Groovy Waters,
Brothers Johnson,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
New Age Steppers,
The Misunderstood,
The Evens,
Mary Jane Girls,
KRS-One,
Fluxion,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Second Layer,
Duran Duran,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Eve St. Jones,
Heaven 17,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ice-T,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Happenings,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Barracudas,
China Crisis,
Reagan Youth,
B.T. Express,
John Coltrane,
Desert Stars,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bootsy Collins,
Porter Ricks,
The Last Poets,
Delta 5,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
DJ Sneak,
Janne Schatter,
Nation of Ulysses,
Goldenarms,
Funkadelic,
Trumans Water,
Depeche Mode,
Joey Negro,
Aswad,
Au Pairs,
Donald Byrd,
Yaz,
Gil Scott Heron,
Oneida,
The Electric Prunes,
Crooked Eye,
The Mighty Diamonds,
John Holt,
Susan Cadogan,
Skarface, Skarface, Skarface, Skarface.
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.