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 Malawi and from Accra.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the oboe 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 Young Marble Giants to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Goldenarms. All the underground hits.
All The Happenings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joensuu 1685 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delon & Dalcan,
Sister Nancy,
Nas,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Nation of Ulysses,
Marshall Jefferson,
Neil Young,
Bauhaus,
Camberwell Now,
Das Ding,
Joy Division,
Section 25,
Man Parrish,
The Red Krayola,
Matthew Halsall,
Sandy B,
The Invisible,
The Human League,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Dave Gahan,
Inner City,
Monks,
Scientists,
Rites of Spring,
Faust,
Bobby Womack,
Ludus,
Donny Hathaway,
Bang On A Can,
Soul II Soul,
B.T. Express,
Chrome,
the Swans,
Iggy Pop,
Derrick May,
The American Breed,
Dual Sessions,
Roxette,
Sun Ra,
The Knickerbockers,
kango's stein massive,
Blancmange,
Kaleidoscope,
Black Moon,
Accadde A,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Vladislav Delay,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Unrelated Segments,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Barrington Levy,
Godley & Creme,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Roger Hodgson,
Tubeway Army,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Jandek,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Hasil Adkins,
Interpol,
Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr.
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.