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 Nepal and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the marimba 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 Litter to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Pulsallama. All the underground hits.
All Severed Heads tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every R.M.O. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Association record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Slits,
Donny Hathaway,
Suburban Knight,
X-Ray Spex,
Trumans Water,
R.M.O.,
The Move,
Marmalade,
Animal Collective,
Bush Tetras,
The Beau Brummels,
Dead Boys,
The Durutti Column,
Negative Approach,
Yaz,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Man Parrish,
Half Japanese,
FM Einheit,
Cameo,
Roxette,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Flash Fearless,
Crash Course in Science,
Crooked Eye,
Letta Mbulu,
Yusef Lateef,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Malaria!,
Sun Ra,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Youth Brigade,
JFA,
Magazine,
Public Image Ltd.,
Radiopuhelimet,
Maleditus Sound,
Slick Rick,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Make Up,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Loose Ends,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bad Manners,
Gichy Dan,
The Dave Clark Five,
Pantytec,
The Human League,
Aaron Thompson,
Kevin Saunderson,
L. Decosne,
kango's stein massive,
Fluxion,
Scan 7,
Adolescents,
Throbbing Gristle,
Talk Talk,
Minny Pops,
Swell Maps,
Unwound,
The Wake, The Wake, The Wake, The Wake.
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.