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 East Timor 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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 marimba 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 Loose Ends to the crunk 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 Frankie Knuckles. All the underground hits.
All Young Marble Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül II 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Silicon Teens record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Kinks,
Howard Jones,
Hasil Adkins,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Oblivians,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sällskapet,
Eric Dolphy,
the Fania All-Stars,
Nation of Ulysses,
Tres Demented,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bob Dylan,
June Days,
Mary Jane Girls,
Danielle Patucci,
Peter and Kerry,
The Five Americans,
The Knickerbockers,
Severed Heads,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Mandrill,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ultravox,
Spandau Ballet,
Barrington Levy,
Pole,
The Raincoats,
Yazoo,
The Gories,
Roxette,
Youth Brigade,
Ralphi Rosario,
Mars,
Gang Green,
Pierre Henry,
Anakelly,
The Gun Club,
The Velvet Underground,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Visage,
Arthur Verocai,
Bad Manners,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Erasure,
Dennis Brown,
The Birthday Party,
Warren Ellis,
Pulsallama,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Slackers,
Siglo XX,
Marmalade,
Roger Hodgson,
Barbara Tucker,
Davy DMX,
Grandmaster Flash,
Fatback Band,
Groovy Waters,
Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions.
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.