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 South Africa and from Paris.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 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 Los Fastidios to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All The Pop Group tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nation of Ulysses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Terry,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Zapp,
Section 25,
Royal Trux,
The Fuzztones,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Livin' Joy,
Bobby Womack,
Freddie Wadling,
Anakelly,
The Fall,
H. Thieme,
Joe Finger,
Silicon Teens,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
ABC,
The Mojo Men,
Interpol,
Scratch Acid,
Sonic Youth,
Moss Icon,
Aural Exciters,
Yaz,
Sarah Menescal,
Gang of Four,
Model 500,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Letta Mbulu,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Warren Ellis,
The Dirtbombs,
Theoretical Girls,
The Music Machine,
Agitation Free,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Searchers,
Camouflage,
Bootsy Collins,
Kayak,
Lou Christie,
The Mummies,
Ronan,
Joe Smooth,
Blossom Toes,
Gregory Isaacs,
Jawbox,
Harpers Bizarre,
Faust,
Radiohead,
the Sonics,
Lungfish,
New York Dolls,
Wasted Youth,
Byron Stingily,
Matthew Bourne,
Carl Craig,
K-Klass,
Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes.
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.