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 Denmark and from Woodstock.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 linndrum 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 Heaven 17 to the grime 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux. All the underground hits.
All Sugar Minott tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rekid 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Archie Shepp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blossom Toes,
Peter & Gordon,
Morten Harket,
Joey Negro,
The Divine Comedy,
OOIOO,
Agitation Free,
Simply Red,
Minny Pops,
EPMD,
R.M.O.,
Gang Gang Dance,
Q65,
Gabor Szabo,
Radio Birdman,
Agent Orange,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sixth Finger,
Iggy Pop,
U.S. Maple,
Bill Near,
The Five Americans,
The Associates,
Main Source,
The Index,
Vladislav Delay,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The New Christs,
Television Personalities,
The Walker Brothers,
The Invisible,
Radiohead,
Pussy Galore,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Danielle Patucci,
Massinfluence,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sandy B,
Sight & Sound,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Litter,
Flipper,
Vainqueur,
Andrew Hill,
Janne Schatter,
Minor Threat,
a-ha,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Nation of Ulysses,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Moby Grape,
Technova,
Flash Fearless,
L. Decosne,
Maleditus Sound,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Fall,
The J.B.'s,
The Monochrome Set,
In Retrospect,
Make Up,
Scientists, Scientists, Scientists, Scientists.
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.