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 Honduras 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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 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 Jawbox to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Janne Schatter. All the underground hits.
All Au Pairs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every cv313 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 mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fela Kuti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythm & Sound,
Robert Wyatt,
Niagra,
Neu!,
The Real Kids,
Donny Hathaway,
Reagan Youth,
10cc,
Nas,
The Durutti Column,
Todd Terry,
Scratch Acid,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Victims,
Grey Daturas,
Charles Mingus,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Oblivians,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Fluxion,
Slick Rick,
The Busters,
Eddi Front,
Television,
Glambeats Corp.,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Guru Guru,
Desert Stars,
Girls At Our Best!,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Joensuu 1685,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
John Holt,
Duran Duran,
Cheater Slicks,
New Order,
The Pop Group,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Pretty Things,
MDC,
The Kinks,
Bobby Sherman,
Bang On A Can,
Alison Limerick,
Kevin Saunderson,
Mark Hollis,
Bush Tetras,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Echospace,
A Certain Ratio,
Agent Orange,
The Grass Roots,
Davy DMX,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Kaleidoscope,
John Coltrane,
Eve St. Jones,
Blake Baxter,
The Fire Engines,
the Germs, the Germs, the Germs, the Germs.
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.