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 Philippines 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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 harpsichord 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 Lucky Dragons to the rap 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 Can. All the underground hits.
All The Martian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Half Japanese record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Animal Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tomorrow,
Iggy Pop,
The Move,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Vainqueur,
Grauzone,
Zapp,
The Buckinghams,
Fluxion,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
EPMD,
Radiopuhelimet,
DJ Sneak,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Barracudas,
FM Einheit,
The Saints,
Sexual Harrassment,
Basic Channel,
Pole,
Jawbox,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Soul Sonic Force,
Drexciya,
Technova,
Pantytec,
Masters at Work,
Dawn Penn,
Procol Harum,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Jimmy McGriff,
Wally Richardson,
Young Marble Giants,
DJ Style,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Peter & Gordon,
Judy Mowatt,
The Residents,
The Count Five,
Niagra,
Faust,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lalo Schifrin,
Henry Cow,
the Germs,
Tommy Roe,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Offenders,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Chrome,
Khruangbin,
Erasure,
The Litter,
Blake Baxter,
Black Moon,
Schoolly D,
Joe Finger,
Cecil Taylor,
Dave Gahan,
F. McDonald,
Warren Ellis,
Matthew Bourne,
Inner City,
Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance.
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.