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 Haiti and from Paris.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 These Immortal Souls to the crunk 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 Popol Vuh. All the underground hits.
All Sight & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Star Department record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grey Daturas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David McCallum,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Drive Like Jehu,
Black Moon,
This Heat,
Ronnie Foster,
Scan 7,
The Wake,
Amon Düül,
Kerri Chandler,
Aural Exciters,
La Düsseldorf,
Ultravox,
Quando Quango,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Toni Rubio,
Can,
Lalo Schifrin,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Brand Nubian,
Altered Images,
Sandy B,
Alton Ellis,
Derrick May,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Heaven 17,
Mr. Review,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Fat Boys,
Von Mondo,
Terrestrial Tones,
Joey Negro,
Piero Umiliani,
ABBA,
UT,
Minny Pops,
Be Bop Deluxe,
the Slits,
New Age Steppers,
Echospace,
Tommy Roe,
KRS-One,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Avey Tare,
Erasure,
DJ Style,
Massinfluence,
The Stooges,
Television,
Fluxion,
Kas Product,
The Techniques,
David Axelrod,
Janne Schatter,
The Moody Blues,
Dead Boys,
Yellowson,
Derrick Morgan,
Soft Cell,
Malaria!,
Marvin Gaye,
John Lydon,
Franke, Franke, Franke, Franke.
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.