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 Sierra Leone and from Milan.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Bill Near. All the underground hits.
All James White and The Blacks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erasure 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a L. Decosne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Easy Going,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Reuben Wilson,
Tropical Tobacco,
Todd Rundgren,
Rakim,
Rites of Spring,
Groovy Waters,
Harry Pussy,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Pulsallama,
Newcleus,
Livin' Joy,
Mo-Dettes,
Marc Almond,
James White and The Blacks,
Bauhaus,
Jawbox,
Harmonia,
Warsaw,
ABC,
Soulsonic Force,
Susan Cadogan,
Joyce Sims,
Wally Richardson,
Marmalade,
Kaleidoscope,
Boogie Down Productions,
Jandek,
The Stooges,
Alphaville,
Hashim,
The United States of America,
The Velvet Underground,
Crime,
John Coltrane,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Walker Brothers,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Hasil Adkins,
The Misunderstood,
Aural Exciters,
Stiv Bators,
Hot Snakes,
Toni Rubio,
Faraquet,
New Age Steppers,
The Gladiators,
Accadde A,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lalann,
E-Dancer,
Talk Talk,
The Raincoats,
Pere Ubu,
Surgeon,
Ponytail,
Aaron Thompson,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bob Dylan,
Fugazi,
Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim.
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.