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 Turkmenistan and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Traffic Nightmare to the electroclash 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 Can. All the underground hits.
All Red Lorry Yellow Lorry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Teasers 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thee Headcoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stockholm Monsters,
The Golliwogs,
The Flesh Eaters,
Chris Corsano,
Sun City Girls,
Los Fastidios,
Reuben Wilson,
Nik Kershaw,
Marc Almond,
Flamin' Groovies,
New Age Steppers,
Rites of Spring,
The Invisible,
Silicon Teens,
Hot Snakes,
The Kinks,
Agitation Free,
X-Ray Spex,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Albert Ayler,
Fluxion,
Eden Ahbez,
Royal Trux,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ornette Coleman,
Niagra,
Eve St. Jones,
Buzzcocks,
Drive Like Jehu,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Techniques,
The Dead C,
The Names,
48th St. Collective,
The United States of America,
Terry Callier,
Fear,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bobby Womack,
Isaac Hayes,
Gang Starr,
Kenny Larkin,
Altered Images,
Popol Vuh,
Maleditus Sound,
The Associates,
Oblivians,
The Leaves,
Junior Murvin,
Rosa Yemen,
Joey Negro,
the Fania All-Stars,
Kayak,
Prince Buster,
The Birthday Party,
Crime,
Slick Rick,
Joy Division,
Lungfish,
Half Japanese,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo.
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.