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 Mexico and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 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 Oppenheimer Analysis to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Khruangbin. All the underground hits.
All Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barrington Levy 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Traffic Nightmare,
Swans,
Eli Mardock,
Black Moon,
Blancmange,
Television Personalities,
Pulsallama,
Cymande,
Tom Boy,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Beau Brummels,
Icehouse,
Harmonia,
Anakelly,
F. McDonald,
Rapeman,
Peter & Gordon,
Aloha Tigers,
Quadrant,
kango's stein massive,
Faraquet,
The Toasters,
Chrome,
Visage,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
OOIOO,
Agent Orange,
The Busters,
Mad Mike,
Rufus Thomas,
New Order,
Electric Prunes,
Thompson Twins,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Durutti Column,
The Cramps,
The Invisible,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Angry Samoans,
Roger Hodgson,
Joensuu 1685,
The Buckinghams,
The Slackers,
Infiniti,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Laurel Aitken,
Jawbox,
Colin Newman,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Robert Hood,
Zero Boys,
Buzzcocks,
Barrington Levy,
Masters at Work,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Monks,
Soft Machine,
The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light.
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.