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 Belarus and from Salvador.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Scientists to the techno 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 Inner City. All the underground hits.
All Gian Franco Pienzio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every LL Cool J 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Knickerbockers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Black Flag,
Agitation Free,
Lebanon Hanover,
Suburban Knight,
Lyres,
The United States of America,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
DNA,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sonny Sharrock,
Chrome,
The Music Machine,
Donald Byrd,
The Cowsills,
Absolute Body Control,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Alton Ellis,
Public Image Ltd.,
Parry Music,
Black Bananas,
Soulsonic Force,
The Monks,
Amon Düül II,
Althea and Donna,
Isaac Hayes,
Hot Snakes,
The Fall,
Eden Ahbez,
Tres Demented,
Smog,
Brass Construction,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Nas,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ornette Coleman,
Pharoah Sanders,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Terrestrial Tones,
Minor Threat,
Buzzcocks,
Kenny Larkin,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Graham Central Station,
Cheater Slicks,
The Birthday Party,
Niagra,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Smiths,
Arab on Radar,
Pet Shop Boys,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Joyce Sims,
The Wake,
Big Daddy Kane,
X-102,
Shuggie Otis,
Mark Hollis,
Boredoms,
Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras.
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.