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 Dominica and from Woodstock.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Eve St. Jones to the techno 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 Radiohead. All the underground hits.
All Unrelated Segments tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Zeros record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Supertramp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobbi Humphrey,
Be Bop Deluxe,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
China Crisis,
Tears for Fears,
The Residents,
Deadbeat,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Basic Channel,
Royal Trux,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Trojans,
Shoche,
Lebanon Hanover,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ultra Naté,
Tomorrow,
Alphaville,
The Beau Brummels,
Hasil Adkins,
Pussy Galore,
Bauhaus,
Mr. Review,
Barry Ungar,
Delta 5,
Grandmaster Flash,
Faraquet,
Sister Nancy,
Leonard Cohen,
Negative Approach,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sight & Sound,
Sam Rivers,
Darondo,
Boz Scaggs,
Ken Boothe,
ABBA,
Bluetip,
Magma,
the Swans,
Organ,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Move,
Pylon,
Index,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Eric Dolphy,
Scan 7,
Outsiders,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Colin Newman,
Hot Snakes,
Wasted Youth,
Bronski Beat,
Arcadia,
MC5,
Ituana,
The United States of America,
The Fortunes,
Vainqueur,
Yaz,
Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma.
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.