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 Pakistan and from Calgary.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Little Man to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Boz Scaggs. All the underground hits.
All The Evens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott Heron 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Tremeloes,
Crime,
Mark Hollis,
Todd Rundgren,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sällskapet,
Gichy Dan,
Sarah Menescal,
FM Einheit,
Country Joe & The Fish,
E-Dancer,
Spandau Ballet,
The Smiths,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Carl Craig,
Bill Near,
Ituana,
The Martian,
Pere Ubu,
Sixth Finger,
Moby Grape,
Mars,
Harmonia,
Lungfish,
James Chance & The Contortions,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Babytalk,
Funky Four + One,
Tears for Fears,
Alton Ellis,
Joy Division,
Oneida,
Liliput,
Hasil Adkins,
Gang Green,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Technova,
Derrick May,
Bush Tetras,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sonny Sharrock,
Black Sheep,
The Index,
X-Ray Spex,
The Victims,
Index,
Second Layer,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Metal Thangz,
New Order,
Kenny Larkin,
Buzzcocks,
Sam Rivers,
Crash Course in Science,
Zapp, Zapp, Zapp, Zapp.
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.