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 Bahrain and from Glasgow.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 arpeggiator 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 World's Most to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 James Chance & The Contortions. All the underground hits.
All Crispy Ambulance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barbara Tucker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Icehouse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Darondo,
The Happenings,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Kenny Larkin,
Tom Boy,
DJ Sneak,
Buzzcocks,
Radiopuhelimet,
Mandrill,
Slick Rick,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Todd Terry,
Grauzone,
ABBA,
Rosa Yemen,
Dorothy Ashby,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Detroit Cobras,
Alphaville,
Vladislav Delay,
Ultimate Spinach,
Eric Copeland,
Simply Red,
Saccharine Trust,
Morten Harket,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Erykah Badu,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Inner City,
Michelle Simonal,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Man Eating Sloth,
Public Enemy,
Wings,
CMW,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Faraquet,
The Evens,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Black Pus,
Toni Rubio,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Thee Headcoats,
The Victims,
Pharoah Sanders,
L. Decosne,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
the Human League,
the Slits,
Max Romeo,
Ten City,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Kool Moe Dee,
Mo-Dettes,
Q and Not U,
Prince Buster,
Niagra,
Nas,
New Order, New Order, New Order, New Order.
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.