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 Venezuela and from Accra.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the marimba 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 D'Angelo to the crunk 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 One Last Wish. All the underground hits.
All Bizarre Inc. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vainqueur 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Albert Ayler,
Tres Demented,
Arcadia,
Joy Division,
Interpol,
Nik Kershaw,
Sandy B,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lucky Dragons,
Pierre Henry,
Soul II Soul,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Pole,
Make Up,
Eurythmics,
8 Eyed Spy,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Tommy Roe,
Black Bananas,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
the Human League,
Frankie Knuckles,
Aloha Tigers,
Suburban Knight,
X-Ray Spex,
Dave Gahan,
James White and The Blacks,
The Music Machine,
Rosa Yemen,
The Star Department,
Newcleus,
Michelle Simonal,
Liliput,
Morten Harket,
Minutemen,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Happenings,
Wire,
Mo-Dettes,
Surgeon,
Ossler,
Lebanon Hanover,
Au Pairs,
Marc Almond,
Warren Ellis,
Bang On A Can,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Alton Ellis,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Leaves,
ABC,
Dark Day,
the Association,
Saccharine Trust,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gang Starr,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ludus,
Wasted Youth,
Little Man,
Gil Scott Heron,
Thompson Twins,
Nico, Nico, Nico, Nico.
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.