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 Mauritania and from Copenhagen.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Ultravox 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 Joensuu 1685. All the underground hits.
All Jerry Gold Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tim Buckley 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Traffic Nightmare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ohio Players,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lou Christie,
Dark Day,
Dave Gahan,
Bad Manners,
Ludus,
Excepter,
The Dirtbombs,
8 Eyed Spy,
Eric Copeland,
F. McDonald,
The Doobie Brothers,
Joy Division,
Second Layer,
Cluster,
Mark Hollis,
Public Image Ltd.,
Wasted Youth,
Rufus Thomas,
Audionom,
Boz Scaggs,
Tom Boy,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Yellowson,
Radio Birdman,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Livin' Joy,
Eric B and Rakim,
Slave,
The Shadows of Knight,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bob Dylan,
Yusef Lateef,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Moody Blues,
Charles Mingus,
Nirvana,
The New Christs,
Albert Ayler,
LL Cool J,
Pulsallama,
A Certain Ratio,
Monolake,
CMW,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Inner City,
Carl Craig,
Pet Shop Boys,
Piero Umiliani,
Colin Newman,
Frankie Knuckles,
Rosa Yemen,
Amazonics,
Negative Approach,
Roxette,
Sister Nancy,
Royal Trux,
Lebanon Hanover,
Hashim,
Cybotron,
Bill Wells,
Scan 7,
Nick Fraelich,
New Order, New Order, New Order, New Order.
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.