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 Belarus and from Madrid.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 New Order to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Wings. All the underground hits.
All Skriet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispy Ambulance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Selecter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacques Brel,
Neu!,
Newcleus,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
the Association,
OOIOO,
Brothers Johnson,
Donald Byrd,
DJ Style,
The Durutti Column,
Marc Almond,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Morten Harket,
Heaven 17,
Sam Rivers,
T.S.O.L.,
Nirvana,
Gang Green,
Steve Hackett,
Negative Approach,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Silicon Teens,
JFA,
Warren Ellis,
Janne Schatter,
Q and Not U,
Sight & Sound,
Gong,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Rakim,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lebanon Hanover,
Boredoms,
Quantec,
The Residents,
Qualms,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Gories,
the Normal,
Vladislav Delay,
Josef K,
Blossom Toes,
The Blackbyrds,
Jeff Mills,
Ludus,
London Community Gospel Choir,
World's Most,
John Foxx,
Dawn Penn,
Nico,
Amazonics,
The Toasters,
Fugazi,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Leaves,
Jeff Lynne,
Jimmy McGriff,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill.
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.