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 Finland and from Bremen.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 snare 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 Rhythm & Sound to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Cybotron. All the underground hits.
All Bob Dylan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fugazi record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Inner City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kaleidoscope,
Harpers Bizarre,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Piero Umiliani,
Animal Collective,
Deepchord,
Lakeside,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Peter and Kerry,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Desert Stars,
The Gap Band,
The Human League,
Jacques Brel,
Urselle,
The Cure,
Rotary Connection,
The Skatalites,
Youth Brigade,
OOIOO,
Dawn Penn,
the Association,
Lou Reed,
Roxette,
Cheater Slicks,
The Fugs,
Minutemen,
Sparks,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
the Normal,
Brick,
The Seeds,
New Age Steppers,
Accadde A,
The Electric Prunes,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
T. Rex,
the Swans,
Buzzcocks,
the Germs,
Crooked Eye,
Pantaleimon,
Lucky Dragons,
Los Fastidios,
Anthony Braxton,
Wally Richardson,
Franke,
Grey Daturas,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Birthday Party,
One Last Wish,
Quando Quango,
E-Dancer,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Chrome,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ken Boothe,
Symarip,
Depeche Mode,
Junior Murvin,
Royal Trux,
Malaria!,
Fela Kuti,
Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz.
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.