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 Syria and from Woodstock.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Rod Modell to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Liaisons Dangereuses. All the underground hits.
All Beasts of Bourbon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scientists 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Babytalk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hoover,
Depeche Mode,
Siglo XX,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Marmalade,
OOIOO,
Charles Mingus,
Joy Division,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Audionom,
Country Teasers,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Motorama,
Pylon,
The Monochrome Set,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ultimate Spinach,
Skarface,
Sandy B,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Chris & Cosey,
The Cure,
Ultravox,
Aural Exciters,
Von Mondo,
Boredoms,
Slave,
Saccharine Trust,
Soft Cell,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
World's Most,
Vainqueur,
Panda Bear,
The Mighty Diamonds,
T. Rex,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Yellowson,
The Divine Comedy,
Guru Guru,
The Dead C,
Kerri Chandler,
Cal Tjader,
David McCallum,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Chris Corsano,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ronnie Foster,
Moby Grape,
the Slits,
Man Parrish,
Dorothy Ashby,
Terry Callier,
The Dave Clark Five,
Popol Vuh,
Throbbing Gristle,
Black Flag,
Reagan Youth,
Bad Manners,
Lou Reed,
PIL,
The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter.
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.