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 Costa Rica and from Taipei.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Echo & the Bunnymen to the disco 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 Frankie Knuckles. All the underground hits.
All Byron Stingily tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every D'Angelo 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxette record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Teasers,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Velvet Underground,
Moby Grape,
Prince Buster,
The Names,
Clear Light,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Robert Görl,
Oneida,
Boz Scaggs,
Schoolly D,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Absolute Body Control,
Ossler,
Deakin,
Khruangbin,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Fear,
The Misunderstood,
The Walker Brothers,
Kerrie Biddell,
Accadde A,
Public Image Ltd.,
OOIOO,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The New Christs,
Letta Mbulu,
The Leaves,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Slave,
The Victims,
Jeff Mills,
Joey Negro,
The Cure,
Loose Ends,
Au Pairs,
Cal Tjader,
Altered Images,
The Zeros,
Adolescents,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Connie Case,
Black Bananas,
Lalo Schifrin,
X-101,
Wally Richardson,
Kas Product,
Donald Byrd,
The Mojo Men,
Fluxion,
Nik Kershaw,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Eric Copeland,
The Fortunes,
Mars,
Agent Orange,
Sun City Girls,
Ultra Naté,
Bronski Beat,
The Gun Club,
Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant.
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.