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 Guatemala and from Sao Paulo.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Kenny Larkin to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Camouflage. All the underground hits.
All Rapeman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Victims record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Axelrod record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalann,
Spoonie Gee,
The Blues Magoos,
Blossom Toes,
Wasted Youth,
Matthew Halsall,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ossler,
Niagra,
The Doors,
Surgeon,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Crispian St. Peters,
Dawn Penn,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Erasure,
Little Man,
Young Marble Giants,
Moby Grape,
Drexciya,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
FM Einheit,
Radio Birdman,
Swans,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Vainqueur,
Urselle,
Jandek,
The Durutti Column,
Babytalk,
Index,
Lou Reed,
Cluster,
MC5,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Mission of Burma,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
X-Ray Spex,
Amazonics,
Khruangbin,
Robert Hood,
Chris Corsano,
Unwound,
June of 44,
A Certain Ratio,
Robert Görl,
The Alarm Clocks,
Procol Harum,
Television Personalities,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lower 48,
Tubeway Army,
The Slits,
Sarah Menescal,
Desert Stars,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ohio Players,
The Monochrome Set,
Arab on Radar,
Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May.
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.