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 Peru and from Manchester.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Mumbai.
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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
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 The Electric Prunes to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Martian. All the underground hits.
All Pet Shop Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Age Steppers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Names,
Colin Newman,
Warren Ellis,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Pussy Galore,
Aswad,
Henry Cow,
Nirvana,
Wolf Eyes,
Adolescents,
June of 44,
Man Eating Sloth,
Severed Heads,
Yaz,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Tim Buckley,
T. Rex,
UT,
Audionom,
Sister Nancy,
Mantronix,
Big Daddy Kane,
Liliput,
Basic Channel,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The New Christs,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Mission of Burma,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ponytail,
Michelle Simonal,
Dark Day,
Groovy Waters,
Gregory Isaacs,
Erykah Badu,
MDC,
Mars,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
John Coltrane,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Soul Sonic Force,
Johnny Osbourne,
Robert Hood,
The Monochrome Set,
Danielle Patucci,
Brothers Johnson,
Rufus Thomas,
Pylon,
The Count Five,
Surgeon,
Man Parrish,
Sugar Minott,
The Detroit Cobras,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Freddie Wadling,
Morten Harket,
Grey Daturas,
Von Mondo,
Livin' Joy,
Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol.
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.