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 Uruguay and from Woodstock.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 spring reverb 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 Darondo to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Dirtbombs. All the underground hits.
All Tears for Fears tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Image Ltd. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Goldenarms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Make Up,
Arthur Verocai,
Bauhaus,
Terry Callier,
The American Breed,
Archie Shepp,
Rakim,
Bad Manners,
The Modern Lovers,
Yaz,
The Move,
Matthew Halsall,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Joy Division,
Funkadelic,
Juan Atkins,
Thompson Twins,
Maurizio,
AZ,
The Slackers,
Moby Grape,
the Association,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Busters,
Eve St. Jones,
June Days,
Anthony Braxton,
Gang Green,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Henry Cow,
JFA,
Tubeway Army,
Camouflage,
a-ha,
Marc Almond,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ornette Coleman,
Parry Music,
Cybotron,
L. Decosne,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Pussy Galore,
Panda Bear,
Au Pairs,
The Golliwogs,
Wire,
The Human League,
Lucky Dragons,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Wally Richardson,
Electric Prunes,
Monks,
the Normal,
Frankie Knuckles,
Roy Ayers,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Faust,
Goldenarms,
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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.