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 Guatemala and from Bologna.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Walker Brothers to the punk 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 Johnny Clarke. All the underground hits.
All Davy DMX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fela Kuti 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 güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unwound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lucky Dragons,
Pulsallama,
Bootsy Collins,
New Order,
The Electric Prunes,
Negative Approach,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Skriet,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Young Rascals,
Cal Tjader,
Pierre Henry,
the Normal,
Yazoo,
Todd Terry,
Josef K,
OOIOO,
Marshall Jefferson,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Residents,
Ronan,
Metal Thangz,
Donald Byrd,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Country Teasers,
Ludus,
June of 44,
Ultravox,
Soft Machine,
kango's stein massive,
Wasted Youth,
Barry Ungar,
Pylon,
Ultra Naté,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Alarm Clocks,
Mandrill,
Fear,
Ultimate Spinach,
Suicide,
Barrington Levy,
Intrusion,
The Fuzztones,
Matthew Halsall,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Laurel Aitken,
Pet Shop Boys,
Trumans Water,
Can,
The Count Five,
Stockholm Monsters,
Robert Görl,
The Moody Blues,
Accadde A,
Joyce Sims,
Eddi Front,
Al Stewart,
Yusef Lateef,
The Moleskins,
Minor Threat,
Judy Mowatt,
X-101,
Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot.
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.