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 Vanuatu and from Toronto.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 organ 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 E-Dancer to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Crash Course in Science. All the underground hits.
All Don Cherry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zapp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gong record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scratch Acid,
Radiohead,
Gichy Dan,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Matthew Halsall,
Alphaville,
the Slits,
Pussy Galore,
Harmonia,
Panda Bear,
Arcadia,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Black Flag,
Isaac Hayes,
Reuben Wilson,
The Names,
X-101,
Godley & Creme,
Vladislav Delay,
Erykah Badu,
Gregory Isaacs,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
David Axelrod,
Spandau Ballet,
The Raincoats,
Sex Pistols,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Delon & Dalcan,
Procol Harum,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Slackers,
Erasure,
Ultimate Spinach,
Thee Headcoats,
The Fall,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Donald Byrd,
New Order,
T.S.O.L.,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bobby Womack,
Pagans,
Quando Quango,
Andrew Hill,
Marc Almond,
The Barracudas,
48th St. Collective,
Avey Tare,
Kayak,
Eurythmics,
John Foxx,
ABC,
Skarface,
Roy Ayers,
the Swans,
Fear,
The Toasters,
La Düsseldorf,
CMW,
U.S. Maple,
Urselle, Urselle, Urselle, Urselle.
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.