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 Tanzania and from London.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Japan to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 June of 44. All the underground hits.
All The Real Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Interpol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Raincoats,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Absolute Body Control,
48th St. Collective,
Unrelated Segments,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Gil Scott Heron,
Idris Muhammad,
Jeff Lynne,
The Knickerbockers,
The Saints,
Angry Samoans,
Swans,
The Pop Group,
Scrapy,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sex Pistols,
CMW,
The Associates,
Ludus,
Whodini,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Last Poets,
Drexciya,
Half Japanese,
D'Angelo,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Boredoms,
Bauhaus,
Sparks,
Mark Hollis,
The Skatalites,
Wolf Eyes,
Todd Rundgren,
Johnny Clarke,
The Electric Prunes,
Iggy Pop,
Nas,
Ken Boothe,
Toni Rubio,
Dead Boys,
Kerrie Biddell,
Talk Talk,
Schoolly D,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Nik Kershaw,
Section 25,
The Star Department,
Lebanon Hanover,
Technova,
Blake Baxter,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Barrington Levy,
Neil Young,
Bootsy Collins,
These Immortal Souls,
Mantronix,
Depeche Mode,
Faust,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Index, The Index, The Index, The Index.
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.