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 Lebanon and from Winnipeg.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Mexico City.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the marimba 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 Hardrive to the grime 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 Godley & Creme. All the underground hits.
All Deadbeat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Youth Brigade 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Black Dice record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Interpol,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Maurizio,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Wasted Youth,
Eric B and Rakim,
Radiohead,
Blancmange,
X-102,
Infiniti,
Swans,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Offenders,
Soulsonic Force,
Altered Images,
Man Eating Sloth,
the Human League,
The Cramps,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Schoolly D,
The Pop Group,
Animal Collective,
Ohio Players,
Gang Gang Dance,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Dave Clark Five,
New Order,
Royal Trux,
Khruangbin,
Half Japanese,
One Last Wish,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Desert Stars,
the Bar-Kays,
Kerrie Biddell,
Nils Olav,
Harmonia,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Underground Resistance,
Chrome,
Mo-Dettes,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lower 48,
Q65,
Delta 5,
The Saints,
Pulsallama,
Rufus Thomas,
JFA,
F. McDonald,
The Invisible,
Nik Kershaw,
Rod Modell,
Freddie Wadling,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
June of 44,
Model 500,
Magazine,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bobby Byrd,
Au Pairs,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy.
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.