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 St Lucia and from London.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 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 DNA to the rock 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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All Camberwell Now tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kas Product record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scratch Acid,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Velvet Underground,
The Beau Brummels,
Dawn Penn,
Harry Pussy,
Terry Callier,
Harmonia,
Blake Baxter,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Funky Four + One,
Khruangbin,
X-102,
Main Source,
Scrapy,
The Last Poets,
Organ,
Jandek,
Duran Duran,
Von Mondo,
Delon & Dalcan,
Joey Negro,
Chris Corsano,
The Human League,
Deakin,
Flamin' Groovies,
Drive Like Jehu,
John Foxx,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Tim Buckley,
The Busters,
the Soft Cell,
The Motions,
Absolute Body Control,
Ronan,
Los Fastidios,
Interpol,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Todd Terry,
Zero Boys,
Brothers Johnson,
The Monochrome Set,
The Litter,
The Evens,
K-Klass,
Roxette,
Yazoo,
Smog,
Dorothy Ashby,
T. Rex,
Jeff Lynne,
Au Pairs,
World's Most,
Minny Pops,
the Human League,
Fatback Band,
Bronski Beat,
Agent Orange,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Dave Gahan,
Kayak, Kayak, Kayak, Kayak.
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.