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 Botswana and from Manchester.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Lou Reed 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Skriet. All the underground hits.
All Loose Ends tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang of Four record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nik Kershaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visage,
The Skatalites,
The Tremeloes,
The Modern Lovers,
Bob Dylan,
MC5,
Khruangbin,
Youth Brigade,
The Moody Blues,
Joe Finger,
The Young Rascals,
DJ Style,
Sight & Sound,
Throbbing Gristle,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Glambeats Corp.,
the Bar-Kays,
Neu!,
Don Cherry,
The Black Dice,
New Order,
Boogie Down Productions,
Pulsallama,
Reuben Wilson,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Graham Central Station,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ken Boothe,
The Last Poets,
The Pop Group,
Make Up,
Nico,
Reagan Youth,
Panda Bear,
Joensuu 1685,
AZ,
Byron Stingily,
Monolake,
Sun City Girls,
Main Source,
Wally Richardson,
Cameo,
The Divine Comedy,
Jimmy McGriff,
Marc Almond,
Faust,
Groovy Waters,
Q and Not U,
Jandek,
Gong,
Kas Product,
Colin Newman,
CMW,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Danielle Patucci,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Arthur Verocai,
Pagans,
Vladislav Delay,
Altered Images,
Moebius,
Amon Düül II,
Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic.
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.