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 Israel and from Bremen.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Deadbeat to the grunge 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 Rotary Connection. All the underground hits.
All Ossler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Victims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Essential Logic,
Sound Behaviour,
Blancmange,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Marmalade,
Nils Olav,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Delta 5,
Juan Atkins,
U.S. Maple,
Eurythmics,
Bizarre Inc.,
Connie Case,
Angry Samoans,
Wasted Youth,
Stereo Dub,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Mummies,
The Offenders,
MC5,
the Association,
The Raincoats,
Newcleus,
Radio Birdman,
Iggy Pop,
Gichy Dan,
Khruangbin,
Joyce Sims,
Bobby Womack,
Gerry Rafferty,
Donald Byrd,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
CMW,
Warsaw,
Swell Maps,
Young Marble Giants,
Echospace,
Rhythm & Sound,
Faust,
The Cure,
Das Ding,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Q and Not U,
Man Parrish,
Vladislav Delay,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Cameo,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Robert Görl,
The Techniques,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Kurtis Blow,
Warren Ellis,
Wally Richardson,
Fela Kuti,
Man Eating Sloth,
Urselle,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The J.B.'s,
Howard Jones,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bob Dylan,
Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway.
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.