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 Slovakia and from Bremen.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 theremin 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 UT to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Todd Terry. All the underground hits.
All Davy DMX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Index 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Hood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harry Pussy,
Alton Ellis,
Scan 7,
Bad Manners,
Al Stewart,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Talk Talk,
Section 25,
Theoretical Girls,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Stooges,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sight & Sound,
The Modern Lovers,
Parry Music,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Rosa Yemen,
Junior Murvin,
Sandy B,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Music Machine,
Mo-Dettes,
Lalann,
Technova,
The Names,
Roxette,
John Holt,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Smog,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Derrick May,
Eden Ahbez,
Man Parrish,
Q and Not U,
the Association,
DJ Sneak,
Pantytec,
Accadde A,
Stetsasonic,
Wire,
Kas Product,
Tim Buckley,
Radiopuhelimet,
ABC,
Hot Snakes,
The Alarm Clocks,
The American Breed,
Liliput,
Essential Logic,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bill Near,
Fifty Foot Hose,
PIL,
The Smoke,
Barrington Levy,
Black Sheep,
Alice Coltrane,
Average White Band,
Groovy Waters,
The Beau Brummels,
Darondo,
June of 44, June of 44, June of 44, June of 44.
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.