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 Tonga 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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 oboe 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 Ultimate Spinach to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Joyce Sims. All the underground hits.
All Aaron Thompson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Holt 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 synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cybotron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Buckinghams,
D'Angelo,
Crash Course in Science,
Lightning Bolt,
Symarip,
Little Man,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Gladiators,
Drexciya,
Peter & Gordon,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Saccharine Trust,
Pere Ubu,
Sun City Girls,
The Moody Blues,
Man Eating Sloth,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sister Nancy,
Make Up,
Procol Harum,
cv313,
The Names,
JFA,
Bobby Womack,
Henry Cow,
ABC,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
New Order,
the Normal,
Pulsallama,
Rekid,
Average White Band,
These Immortal Souls,
Barclay James Harvest,
Malaria!,
The Invisible,
Derrick Morgan,
Arcadia,
Blossom Toes,
the Slits,
Arthur Verocai,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Martian,
Delta 5,
Byron Stingily,
Don Cherry,
MDC,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lakeside,
AZ,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Amon Düül,
Dual Sessions,
Bill Near,
Magma,
Tubeway Army,
Desert Stars,
Agent Orange,
Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy.
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.