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 Venezuela and from Delhi.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 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 Peter & Gordon to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Selecter. All the underground hits.
All Japan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Mills record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moebius record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
PIL,
The American Breed,
Guru Guru,
Gang of Four,
Jeff Mills,
Flash Fearless,
The Five Americans,
Colin Newman,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Chrome,
Delta 5,
Unwound,
Gil Scott Heron,
Easy Going,
Ultra Naté,
Blossom Toes,
Saccharine Trust,
Brand Nubian,
Agitation Free,
Man Eating Sloth,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Curtis Mayfield,
Marc Almond,
The Fuzztones,
Amon Düül,
Aloha Tigers,
Television Personalities,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Victims,
Kevin Saunderson,
Scratch Acid,
Young Marble Giants,
The United States of America,
B.T. Express,
Q and Not U,
Brick,
Pierre Henry,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
kango's stein massive,
Blancmange,
The Fortunes,
Aural Exciters,
Sonny Sharrock,
David Axelrod,
Wire,
Charles Mingus,
Main Source,
The Names,
Prince Buster,
The Techniques,
Yaz,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
8 Eyed Spy,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Velvet Underground,
Dorothy Ashby,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Janne Schatter,
Hoover,
Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan.
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.