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 Afghanistan and from Cairo.
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 Lille and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 clarinet 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 Piero Umiliani 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim. All the underground hits.
All Janne Schatter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wally Richardson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Depeche Mode record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bob Dylan,
Bill Wells,
The Real Kids,
The Associates,
Swans,
UT,
KRS-One,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Suburban Knight,
Blossom Toes,
Matthew Bourne,
Arcadia,
Anthony Braxton,
Morten Harket,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Buckinghams,
a-ha,
The Modern Lovers,
Ken Boothe,
The J.B.'s,
Hot Snakes,
The Electric Prunes,
Yusef Lateef,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bush Tetras,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Robert Hood,
MDC,
Brothers Johnson,
Organ,
Alton Ellis,
Man Eating Sloth,
Motorama,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Urselle,
Public Enemy,
Angry Samoans,
Electric Prunes,
Sun City Girls,
The Moleskins,
Heaven 17,
T.S.O.L.,
Siglo XX,
Donny Hathaway,
Grandmaster Flash,
Janne Schatter,
The Gap Band,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Amazonics,
Graham Central Station,
Flipper,
Nas,
Easy Going,
Shuggie Otis,
Surgeon,
Howard Jones,
The Searchers,
8 Eyed Spy,
John Holt,
Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats.
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.