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 Lesotho and from Spokane.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 linndrum 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Bill Wells. All the underground hits.
All Hot Snakes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Saccharine Trust 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Enemy,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Alarm Clocks,
Mission of Burma,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Prince Buster,
Kas Product,
Soul II Soul,
Bootsy Collins,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Move,
Magazine,
Lyres,
Joe Smooth,
Amazonics,
The Saints,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Rekid,
Fear,
the Slits,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Audionom,
Kaleidoscope,
Lebanon Hanover,
Oneida,
Jeru the Damaja,
Glenn Branca,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Maurizio,
Bob Dylan,
Unrelated Segments,
Mad Mike,
Junior Murvin,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
CMW,
Angry Samoans,
Blancmange,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
World's Most,
The Doors,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The J.B.'s,
Slave,
Metal Thangz,
Khruangbin,
Monolake,
Dual Sessions,
Tomorrow,
Guru Guru,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sonic Youth,
cv313,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
It's A Beautiful Day,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Tommy Roe,
The Fall, The Fall, The Fall, The Fall.
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.