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 Gabon and from Bologna.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Panda Bear to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Kinks. All the underground hits.
All Wire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Star Department record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Negative Approach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sex Pistols,
Neil Young,
Saccharine Trust,
Grauzone,
Circle Jerks,
Interpol,
Carl Craig,
FM Einheit,
Erasure,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Country Teasers,
Deadbeat,
Leonard Cohen,
Quadrant,
The Fuzztones,
Cecil Taylor,
David Axelrod,
Television Personalities,
The Sound,
Minutemen,
Derrick May,
Sight & Sound,
Jawbox,
Boredoms,
T. Rex,
World's Most,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ludus,
Banda Bassotti,
ABBA,
Surgeon,
The Dead C,
Stetsasonic,
Khruangbin,
Make Up,
Jerry's Kids,
Lucky Dragons,
John Coltrane,
Half Japanese,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Johnny Clarke,
Marc Almond,
The Seeds,
Ponytail,
Sandy B,
Motorama,
Yusef Lateef,
Unrelated Segments,
Scientists,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Harry Pussy,
Mo-Dettes,
Fela Kuti,
Arthur Verocai,
Gregory Isaacs,
Idris Muhammad,
Susan Cadogan,
Mark Hollis,
Aloha Tigers,
Thompson Twins,
Talk Talk,
Fear,
Bill Wells,
Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product.
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.