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 Bangladesh and from Toronto.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Durutti Column to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Idris Muhammad. All the underground hits.
All Chrome tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Throbbing Gristle 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Darondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vainqueur,
Wasted Youth,
Kool Moe Dee,
Flipper,
Half Japanese,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Kas Product,
Bob Dylan,
Hardrive,
The Angels of Light,
The Slackers,
Bill Near,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gong,
Idris Muhammad,
Wolf Eyes,
The Leaves,
Frankie Knuckles,
Average White Band,
Soul Sonic Force,
Eden Ahbez,
Gregory Isaacs,
Camberwell Now,
Joy Division,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
David Bowie,
Alison Limerick,
MC5,
EPMD,
Stiv Bators,
Todd Terry,
The J.B.'s,
The Raincoats,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Smoke,
Sandy B,
Henry Cow,
Thee Headcoats,
Stetsasonic,
Gang Green,
Section 25,
Country Teasers,
Procol Harum,
Neu!,
Duran Duran,
Con Funk Shun,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Fat Boys,
Electric Prunes,
Maleditus Sound,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Althea and Donna,
Gang of Four,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Smiths,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Real Kids,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Skaos,
Ossler, Ossler, Ossler, Ossler.
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.