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 Lesotho and from Columbus.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 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 Henry Cow to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Mills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reagan Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lyres record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Essential Logic,
The Slackers,
Marcia Griffiths,
Hashim,
The Detroit Cobras,
JFA,
The Birthday Party,
Bauhaus,
Minor Threat,
Gang Starr,
Soulsonic Force,
Smog,
The Motions,
Subhumans,
Harmonia,
The Moody Blues,
Roxy Music,
Gong,
The American Breed,
Tim Buckley,
Bobby Sherman,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Todd Terry,
Magma,
The Knickerbockers,
Half Japanese,
Massinfluence,
London Community Gospel Choir,
T. Rex,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Techniques,
B.T. Express,
The Angels of Light,
World's Most,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Depeche Mode,
DJ Style,
Lower 48,
Bronski Beat,
Anthony Braxton,
Hot Snakes,
Dark Day,
Schoolly D,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Blues Magoos,
The Invisible,
Pussy Galore,
David Bowie,
Lalo Schifrin,
Erasure,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Jandek,
Laurel Aitken,
The Black Dice,
Jimmy McGriff,
Matthew Bourne,
Icehouse,
Warsaw,
Q and Not U,
Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments.
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.