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 Pakistan and from Lyon.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Manila.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Ultramagnetic MC's to the rap 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 John Holt. All the underground hits.
All Chris & Cosey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Soft Cell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crash Course in Science record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Association,
kango's stein massive,
Panda Bear,
Nik Kershaw,
Flash Fearless,
Jacob Miller,
Chris Corsano,
Eddi Front,
Aloha Tigers,
The Knickerbockers,
The Dave Clark Five,
Metal Thangz,
Ohio Players,
Zapp,
Joyce Sims,
Max Romeo,
Depeche Mode,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Funky Four + One,
Chris & Cosey,
Dennis Brown,
Laurel Aitken,
The Misunderstood,
Pagans,
Tomorrow,
Sonny Sharrock,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Kenny Larkin,
Crime,
Gichy Dan,
Subhumans,
Cluster,
Skarface,
David McCallum,
Groovy Waters,
the Normal,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
June of 44,
Roger Hodgson,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Graham Central Station,
The Fortunes,
Liliput,
Soft Machine,
Eric Dolphy,
the Human League,
Todd Terry,
Bill Near,
JFA,
Dark Day,
Scion,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The American Breed,
Carl Craig,
The Seeds,
The Searchers,
Maurizio,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Associates, The Associates, The Associates, The Associates.
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.