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 Vanuatu and from Jakarta.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 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 L. Decosne 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 Eve St. Jones. All the underground hits.
All The Mummies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Techniques record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swell Maps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sugar Minott,
Yellowson,
Unwound,
Procol Harum,
Main Source,
Jerry's Kids,
Average White Band,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Kas Product,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Skriet,
Junior Murvin,
Ralphi Rosario,
Au Pairs,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Howard Jones,
Dark Day,
Tim Buckley,
Crash Course in Science,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Pierre Henry,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Kerrie Biddell,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Jacob Miller,
World's Most,
Sister Nancy,
Neil Young,
The Divine Comedy,
Von Mondo,
The Electric Prunes,
The Slits,
The Walker Brothers,
The Human League,
Subhumans,
Big Daddy Kane,
Steve Hackett,
Boogie Down Productions,
Vladislav Delay,
Chrome,
The Busters,
John Holt,
The Names,
FM Einheit,
Sandy B,
The Modern Lovers,
Gong,
Yusef Lateef,
Urselle,
LL Cool J,
Stiv Bators,
A Certain Ratio,
Audionom,
Terry Callier,
Anthony Braxton,
Isaac Hayes,
Visage,
E-Dancer,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti.
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.