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 Malaysia and from Glasgow.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 mellotron 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 Lou Reed & John Cale to the grime 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 Soulsonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Robert Görl tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warsaw 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mighty Diamonds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultravox,
The Raincoats,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Velvet Underground,
Pantytec,
Graham Central Station,
Wasted Youth,
Byron Stingily,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Moleskins,
Heaven 17,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Babytalk,
Sun City Girls,
The Cosmic Jokers,
John Holt,
the Slits,
New York Dolls,
Sun Ra,
Blancmange,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sex Pistols,
Deepchord,
Fluxion,
Maleditus Sound,
Brothers Johnson,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Camouflage,
Eli Mardock,
Gil Scott Heron,
Avey Tare,
Basic Channel,
Anthony Braxton,
Lightning Bolt,
Kerri Chandler,
Amazonics,
ABBA,
Ludus,
Lebanon Hanover,
John Foxx,
Derrick May,
Warsaw,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Kool Moe Dee,
Panda Bear,
John Coltrane,
The Beau Brummels,
Black Bananas,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bush Tetras,
The Gories,
Joyce Sims,
The Pretty Things,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Metal Thangz,
Public Image Ltd.,
Minor Threat,
Brass Construction,
Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck.
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.