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 Sweden and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 the Germs to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Jacob Miller. All the underground hits.
All Boredoms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Carl Craig 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joyce Sims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
L. Decosne,
Can,
John Holt,
Gang of Four,
The Doors,
Monolake,
Todd Rundgren,
Liliput,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Fall,
Laurel Aitken,
Boredoms,
Barrington Levy,
Oblivians,
Wasted Youth,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Knickerbockers,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Nico,
Ultimate Spinach,
Angry Samoans,
The New Christs,
The Electric Prunes,
Aural Exciters,
KRS-One,
The Pretty Things,
Patti Smith,
Ornette Coleman,
Erykah Badu,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Visage,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Alarm Clocks,
Negative Approach,
The Remains,
Letta Mbulu,
Motorama,
Nik Kershaw,
Khruangbin,
Man Eating Sloth,
Chris & Cosey,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Quantec,
Davy DMX,
Johnny Osbourne,
Surgeon,
Eve St. Jones,
Duran Duran,
Echospace,
Radiopuhelimet,
Barbara Tucker,
Thee Headcoats,
Supertramp,
The Angels of Light,
Isaac Hayes,
Glenn Branca,
Television,
Basic Channel,
In Retrospect,
Mark Hollis,
Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going.
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.