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 Marshall Islands and from Glasgow.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Minutemen to the dance 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 Newcleus. All the underground hits.
All The Toasters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vladislav Delay 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rotary Connection record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eli Mardock,
Amazonics,
Skarface,
AZ,
Boz Scaggs,
Bauhaus,
Kenny Larkin,
Bizarre Inc.,
Moss Icon,
Rufus Thomas,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Fortunes,
The Barracudas,
Jerry's Kids,
The Pretty Things,
Traffic Nightmare,
Severed Heads,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Monks,
Derrick May,
Buzzcocks,
Con Funk Shun,
The Fall,
Slave,
The Fugs,
Half Japanese,
John Foxx,
Ohio Players,
Agent Orange,
Television Personalities,
Sandy B,
Curtis Mayfield,
Jawbox,
The Standells,
Janne Schatter,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Q65,
Magazine,
Alphaville,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Minny Pops,
The Smoke,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Crime,
Gabor Szabo,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Adolescents,
Chrome,
Thompson Twins,
Cameo,
The Count Five,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sound Behaviour,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Johnny Osbourne,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Godley & Creme,
Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants.
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.