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 Mongolia and from Tokyo.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 808 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 The Raincoats to the punk 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 Henry Cow. All the underground hits.
All Gian Franco Pienzio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mad Mike record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Happenings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tim Buckley,
Minnie Riperton,
The Wake,
Easy Going,
Kevin Saunderson,
Cluster,
Jawbox,
Can,
Q65,
Soul Sonic Force,
Vainqueur,
Section 25,
Danielle Patucci,
Ludus,
Neil Young,
Khruangbin,
UT,
Bobby Womack,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Marcia Griffiths,
Drive Like Jehu,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Rotary Connection,
Guru Guru,
Don Cherry,
The Dirtbombs,
The Martian,
A Certain Ratio,
DJ Style,
Godley & Creme,
New Age Steppers,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Surgeon,
Malaria!,
Eric Dolphy,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Eddi Front,
ABC,
The Motions,
Quando Quango,
The Associates,
Johnny Clarke,
Vladislav Delay,
Soft Cell,
Johnny Osbourne,
Nirvana,
Leonard Cohen,
Quadrant,
Bush Tetras,
Black Pus,
L. Decosne,
Boz Scaggs,
Model 500,
Faraquet,
Frankie Knuckles,
Piero Umiliani,
The Toasters,
Mad Mike,
Young Marble Giants,
Camberwell Now,
Eden Ahbez,
Erasure,
R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O..
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.