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 Tajikistan and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the theremin 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 DJ Style to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Boredoms. All the underground hits.
All Buzzcocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Raincoats record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Los Fastidios record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terry Callier,
Jimmy McGriff,
David McCallum,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Suburban Knight,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Buzzcocks,
Nico,
Drive Like Jehu,
Half Japanese,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Liliput,
E-Dancer,
Babytalk,
The Durutti Column,
John Foxx,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
UT,
Dead Boys,
Zero Boys,
Radio Birdman,
Soft Cell,
Subhumans,
Hashim,
The Busters,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Intrusion,
DJ Style,
Little Man,
Crooked Eye,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Negative Approach,
Bizarre Inc.,
Yellowson,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Swell Maps,
Flipper,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bob Dylan,
The Trojans,
Lebanon Hanover,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
F. McDonald,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Amon Düül II,
Easy Going,
Flash Fearless,
Bad Manners,
Camouflage,
Mantronix,
Mr. Review,
Supertramp,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Traffic Nightmare,
Mandrill,
Moby Grape,
The Detroit Cobras,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine.
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.