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 Armenia and from Cairo.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Gang Gang Dance to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Slick Rick. All the underground hits.
All Scratch Acid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warren Ellis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Toni Rubio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Hardrive,
Dorothy Ashby,
Country Teasers,
Lalann,
Morten Harket,
The Raincoats,
Basic Channel,
Section 25,
Essential Logic,
Ice-T,
Moebius,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Man Parrish,
Deakin,
Spoonie Gee,
Young Marble Giants,
The New Christs,
The Mummies,
The Gladiators,
Rites of Spring,
Brass Construction,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Joyce Sims,
the Normal,
Malaria!,
Dave Gahan,
Chris & Cosey,
Con Funk Shun,
Moss Icon,
Fat Boys,
The Cowsills,
Bauhaus,
Andrew Hill,
Peter and Kerry,
Tres Demented,
the Swans,
Suburban Knight,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Magazine,
Boz Scaggs,
Tom Boy,
The Buckinghams,
The Pretty Things,
Audionom,
Cameo,
Jesper Dahlback,
Thee Headcoats,
The Litter,
Sight & Sound,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Liliput,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
a-ha,
Faraquet,
Donald Byrd,
X-101,
Amon Düül II,
Echospace, Echospace, Echospace, Echospace.
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.