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 Iraq and from Edmonton.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 güiro 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 Liaisons Dangereuses to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Wings. All the underground hits.
All Khruangbin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Enemy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Interpol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ossler,
Public Enemy,
Talk Talk,
The Monochrome Set,
Saccharine Trust,
Moss Icon,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Moby Grape,
The Shadows of Knight,
Tubeway Army,
Archie Shepp,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
These Immortal Souls,
Yazoo,
In Retrospect,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Move,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ten City,
The Happenings,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Cluster,
Kas Product,
Soulsonic Force,
Crispy Ambulance,
Eric B and Rakim,
Erykah Badu,
Bootsy Collins,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sarah Menescal,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Matthew Bourne,
The Martian,
Stereo Dub,
Interpol,
The Gladiators,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Scion,
FM Einheit,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Walker Brothers,
Nation of Ulysses,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Wasted Youth,
Dave Gahan,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Drexciya,
Sun City Girls,
Grey Daturas,
LL Cool J,
The Cowsills,
Funky Four + One,
June Days,
A Certain Ratio,
John Cale,
Half Japanese,
Brothers Johnson,
Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope.
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.