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 Slovenia and from New York.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Television Personalities to the dance 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 Masters at Work. All the underground hits.
All Mark Hollis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delon & Dalcan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Vogues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
UT,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ronnie Foster,
Sight & Sound,
Adolescents,
Cymande,
Bobby Byrd,
Dawn Penn,
X-101,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Fugazi,
Sandy B,
Babytalk,
The Wake,
The Blackbyrds,
Banda Bassotti,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lalo Schifrin,
Tubeway Army,
The Divine Comedy,
Spoonie Gee,
Jawbox,
Franke,
Animal Collective,
Depeche Mode,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The New Christs,
Thompson Twins,
Interpol,
Roger Hodgson,
Mark Hollis,
Glenn Branca,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Q65,
X-Ray Spex,
Audionom,
Subhumans,
The Move,
Ultravox,
Ralphi Rosario,
Junior Murvin,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Technova,
Nils Olav,
Ten City,
Harmonia,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lou Reed,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Soft Machine,
Newcleus,
Tomorrow,
Gong,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy.
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.