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 Turkmenistan and from Hong Kong.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Television Personalities to the funk 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 Rufus Thomas. All the underground hits.
All Crispian St. Peters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gong 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oblivians,
Drive Like Jehu,
Graham Central Station,
Lee Hazlewood,
Underground Resistance,
Soulsonic Force,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Eddi Front,
Yellowson,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ice-T,
Urselle,
Essential Logic,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Scott Walker,
Duran Duran,
Crispy Ambulance,
Kayak,
The Seeds,
Sällskapet,
Lyres,
Radiohead,
Dual Sessions,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Cowsills,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Hot Snakes,
Sex Pistols,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ludus,
David McCallum,
LL Cool J,
Lower 48,
Alphaville,
Michelle Simonal,
Bizarre Inc.,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Todd Rundgren,
John Coltrane,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Pet Shop Boys,
Moby Grape,
Spoonie Gee,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Negative Approach,
The Litter,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Move,
A Certain Ratio,
Kool Moe Dee,
Mark Hollis,
Sun City Girls,
Sexual Harrassment,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Boogie Down Productions,
Toni Rubio,
Main Source,
Suburban Knight,
Grey Daturas,
Pierre Henry,
Stiv Bators,
Prince Buster,
Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig.
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.