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 Indonesia and from Mexico City.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 808 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 Smiths to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Matthew Halsall. All the underground hits.
All Kurtis Blow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Walker Brothers 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dawn Penn,
Heaven 17,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Doors,
Kerri Chandler,
The Fortunes,
John Foxx,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Star Department,
Brand Nubian,
Tres Demented,
Ohio Players,
Sound Behaviour,
Kevin Saunderson,
Freddie Wadling,
June of 44,
The Smiths,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Litter,
MC5,
The Techniques,
Laurel Aitken,
Erasure,
Grey Daturas,
Ultimate Spinach,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Stetsasonic,
Electric Prunes,
The Offenders,
Hardrive,
Albert Ayler,
The Seeds,
Black Bananas,
The Gun Club,
Motorama,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Thompson Twins,
The Alarm Clocks,
Eden Ahbez,
Boz Scaggs,
John Cale,
Talk Talk,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ornette Coleman,
Althea and Donna,
X-101,
T. Rex,
Tropical Tobacco,
Babytalk,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sun City Girls,
Shuggie Otis,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sexual Harrassment,
Wasted Youth,
Sonic Youth,
Judy Mowatt,
Severed Heads,
Bob Dylan,
PIL,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz.
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.