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 United States and from Mumbai.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Terrestrial Tones to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 UT. All the underground hits.
All The New Christs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heaven 17 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Throbbing Gristle,
Warsaw,
Vainqueur,
Young Marble Giants,
Lalo Schifrin,
Gerry Rafferty,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Invisible,
Ituana,
Porter Ricks,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Von Mondo,
Easy Going,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
the Swans,
In Retrospect,
Khruangbin,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Nils Olav,
New Order,
the Association,
The Cure,
Deadbeat,
Television,
Man Eating Sloth,
Pylon,
K-Klass,
The Fuzztones,
Can,
Blake Baxter,
L. Decosne,
Peter & Gordon,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Zero Boys,
Avey Tare,
Moebius,
China Crisis,
Funky Four + One,
Pulsallama,
DJ Style,
The Sound,
The Human League,
Sparks,
Marshall Jefferson,
Rekid,
The Young Rascals,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Grandmaster Flash,
Mars,
Eric Dolphy,
Crispy Ambulance,
Charles Mingus,
Buzzcocks,
The Move,
Liliput,
Davy DMX,
Johnny Clarke,
the Fania All-Stars,
Blossom Toes,
The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola.
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.