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 Luxembourg and from Mexico City.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 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 The Move to the grunge 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 Lou Reed. All the underground hits.
All F. McDonald tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cosmic Jokers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Joe & The Fish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marmalade,
The Martian,
The Doors,
John Lydon,
The Angels of Light,
Reagan Youth,
Wire,
Infiniti,
Ludus,
Judy Mowatt,
The Smoke,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Adolescents,
Average White Band,
Main Source,
The Walker Brothers,
Groovy Waters,
Howard Jones,
Procol Harum,
Liliput,
Rotary Connection,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Mark Hollis,
B.T. Express,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Terrestrial Tones,
Depeche Mode,
Funkadelic,
The Fire Engines,
Maleditus Sound,
Babytalk,
Agent Orange,
the Fania All-Stars,
Wally Richardson,
The Knickerbockers,
Essential Logic,
Barbara Tucker,
the Association,
Con Funk Shun,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Blues Magoos,
Ponytail,
48th St. Collective,
Eli Mardock,
Delta 5,
Grauzone,
Stiv Bators,
Country Teasers,
The Golliwogs,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Chrome,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Magma,
Aural Exciters,
Buzzcocks,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Throbbing Gristle,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron.
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.