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 Bahrain and from Halifax.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 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 Radiohead to the punk 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 Todd Rundgren. All the underground hits.
All Black Sheep tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terrestrial Tones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slackers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
One Last Wish,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Rekid,
The Dead C,
Jacob Miller,
Goldenarms,
The Martian,
the Soft Cell,
Gastr Del Sol,
Camberwell Now,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Kaleidoscope,
Icehouse,
Nils Olav,
The Neon Judgement,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Slits,
Quadrant,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Archie Shepp,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
New York Dolls,
Technova,
DNA,
the Slits,
Crispy Ambulance,
Silicon Teens,
Ralphi Rosario,
Terry Callier,
X-102,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Fugazi,
Rufus Thomas,
The Dirtbombs,
Godley & Creme,
Country Teasers,
The Young Rascals,
Pylon,
Juan Atkins,
Echospace,
The Grass Roots,
Minor Threat,
Gang Gang Dance,
Scratch Acid,
Toni Rubio,
Sonic Youth,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Modern Lovers,
Jeff Mills,
Graham Central Station,
Roxy Music,
The Music Machine,
Loose Ends,
the Swans,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Al Stewart,
Sällskapet,
Brick,
Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell.
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.