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 Vietnam and from Calgary.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Nils Olav to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Faraquet. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Beau Brummels 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stereo Dub record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vainqueur,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Little Man,
Ice-T,
Sound Behaviour,
Janne Schatter,
Depeche Mode,
The Cramps,
Howard Jones,
X-102,
Nico,
Main Source,
Peter & Gordon,
Spoonie Gee,
Ronnie Foster,
Ohio Players,
Junior Murvin,
Graham Central Station,
Roxy Music,
Popol Vuh,
Mission of Burma,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Mantronix,
Kenny Larkin,
The Techniques,
Bill Near,
Tomorrow,
Brass Construction,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Stiv Bators,
Scan 7,
Robert Wyatt,
Au Pairs,
Excepter,
Marmalade,
Dawn Penn,
Dennis Brown,
Pantaleimon,
Ultravox,
Ossler,
The Seeds,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Crispy Ambulance,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
OOIOO,
Faraquet,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Eurythmics,
Deepchord,
Minor Threat,
The Durutti Column,
Brand Nubian,
The Trojans,
New Age Steppers,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Blues Magoos,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bauhaus,
CMW,
Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag.
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.