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 Chad and from Salvador.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Tehran.
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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Depeche Mode to the jazz 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 The Barracudas. All the underground hits.
All Fad Gadget tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Archie Shepp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Traffic Nightmare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aaron Thompson,
Bobby Womack,
Deakin,
CMW,
Jerry's Kids,
Susan Cadogan,
the Slits,
X-102,
Scan 7,
The Offenders,
The Seeds,
Man Eating Sloth,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Alice Coltrane,
Nico,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
DNA,
Hasil Adkins,
Gang Starr,
R.M.O.,
Bluetip,
Ken Boothe,
Josef K,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Nation of Ulysses,
Metal Thangz,
The Durutti Column,
Y Pants,
Michelle Simonal,
New Age Steppers,
Suicide,
The Slits,
a-ha,
T.S.O.L.,
Skarface,
The Cowsills,
Dual Sessions,
Donald Byrd,
Terrestrial Tones,
Deepchord,
Lucky Dragons,
The Gladiators,
Moby Grape,
Basic Channel,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Peter & Gordon,
Eurythmics,
Qualms,
Stereo Dub,
The Birthday Party,
Ronan,
Fatback Band,
The Evens,
Eric Copeland,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Spoonie Gee,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin.
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.