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 Liechtenstein and from Lagos.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Jawbox to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Bobby Hutcherson. All the underground hits.
All Skarface tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Hood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zapp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Von Mondo,
Jeff Lynne,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Leonard Cohen,
Animal Collective,
Derrick Morgan,
Black Pus,
Hashim,
Moby Grape,
Groovy Waters,
Juan Atkins,
Derrick May,
Gang Green,
Kurtis Blow,
Roxette,
Magma,
Steve Hackett,
Joyce Sims,
Nas,
Man Parrish,
The Birthday Party,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Angels of Light,
The Moleskins,
Jacob Miller,
Harmonia,
Heaven 17,
Rites of Spring,
Darondo,
Soft Machine,
DJ Style,
Gong,
June Days,
Minnie Riperton,
Fatback Band,
Agent Orange,
Lindisfarne,
Peter and Kerry,
Goldenarms,
Amazonics,
Black Sheep,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Misunderstood,
Wire,
Television Personalities,
The Vogues,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Young Rascals,
Altered Images,
DNA,
Minutemen,
Eric B and Rakim,
Jeru the Damaja,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Moody Blues,
Blancmange,
Make Up,
Bluetip,
Pet Shop Boys,
Swans,
The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics.
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.