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 Ghana and from Winnipeg.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lagos.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Alarm Clocks. All the underground hits.
All Lebanon Hanover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quando Quango record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Modern Lovers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Association,
Bauhaus,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lalann,
Heaven 17,
the Germs,
Liliput,
Althea and Donna,
Yaz,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Essential Logic,
The Buckinghams,
Wally Richardson,
The Red Krayola,
KRS-One,
Flipper,
Silicon Teens,
The Modern Lovers,
Minor Threat,
Monks,
The Electric Prunes,
Hardrive,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Black Dice,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Soulsonic Force,
K-Klass,
The Fire Engines,
Livin' Joy,
Marmalade,
MDC,
Trumans Water,
Saccharine Trust,
Chris & Cosey,
Whodini,
Sarah Menescal,
A Certain Ratio,
Buzzcocks,
The Divine Comedy,
Gichy Dan,
Joyce Sims,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Standells,
Zapp,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Warren Ellis,
Desert Stars,
Aswad,
Massinfluence,
Bronski Beat,
Brothers Johnson,
Amon Düül,
Thee Headcoats,
Swell Maps,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Alphaville,
Gabor Szabo,
Marcia Griffiths,
Franke,
Oneida,
Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell.
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.