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 Angola and from Taipei.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 spring reverb 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 Eddi Front to the electroclash 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 Lightning Bolt. All the underground hits.
All Davy DMX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gong record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a E-Dancer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joyce Sims,
The Leaves,
The Names,
Spoonie Gee,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Gong,
Cluster,
Young Marble Giants,
Godley & Creme,
Anakelly,
Qualms,
UT,
Radiohead,
Deadbeat,
Nik Kershaw,
Howard Jones,
Crime,
The Slackers,
Gang Starr,
Guru Guru,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Gladiators,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Peter and Kerry,
Zero Boys,
Eden Ahbez,
Ludus,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lungfish,
Danielle Patucci,
Kayak,
Pylon,
Alison Limerick,
Second Layer,
Hot Snakes,
Grey Daturas,
Mary Jane Girls,
T. Rex,
Boogie Down Productions,
Roxette,
Main Source,
Alphaville,
Black Sheep,
Reagan Youth,
Eric B and Rakim,
EPMD,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Cramps,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Severed Heads,
Funky Four + One,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
A Certain Ratio,
Jeff Mills,
Das Ding,
Suburban Knight,
Bootsy Collins,
Patti Smith,
The Tremeloes,
The Remains,
Index,
The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals.
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.