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 Belize and from Lille.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Von Mondo to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux. All the underground hits.
All Absolute Body Control tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marshall Jefferson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cybotron,
Don Cherry,
Desert Stars,
Andrew Hill,
E-Dancer,
Dennis Brown,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Toasters,
DNA,
Anthony Braxton,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lakeside,
Minutemen,
John Lydon,
Tears for Fears,
Model 500,
Deepchord,
Marvin Gaye,
The Associates,
Joensuu 1685,
Livin' Joy,
The Dead C,
T.S.O.L.,
Skaos,
Mandrill,
The Remains,
The Blues Magoos,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bootsy Collins,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Invisible,
Scion,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Durutti Column,
Easy Going,
Robert Görl,
The Dave Clark Five,
Wire,
The Music Machine,
Monks,
The Angels of Light,
Au Pairs,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Grandmaster Flash,
The New Christs,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Alarm Clocks,
Roxette,
Sound Behaviour,
Minnie Riperton,
Black Sheep,
Deakin,
Josef K,
Visage,
The Gladiators,
Lou Reed,
Pussy Galore,
Wasted Youth,
the Slits,
Eden Ahbez,
Can, Can, Can, Can.
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.