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 Serbia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Arthur Verocai to the electroclash 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 Jesper Dahlback. All the underground hits.
All Kurtis Blow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Young Rascals record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lakeside,
MDC,
The Sonics,
AZ,
The Mojo Men,
Leonard Cohen,
Lindisfarne,
F. McDonald,
The Moleskins,
Big Daddy Kane,
Blossom Toes,
Von Mondo,
Bobby Byrd,
Metal Thangz,
The Associates,
Harry Pussy,
Boredoms,
Clear Light,
The Victims,
Funky Four + One,
The Blues Magoos,
PIL,
Ohio Players,
Blancmange,
Fat Boys,
Alton Ellis,
The Last Poets,
The Trojans,
Au Pairs,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Maleditus Sound,
Lou Christie,
Franke,
Hot Snakes,
LL Cool J,
The Durutti Column,
Nik Kershaw,
Peter & Gordon,
Fort Wilson Riot,
cv313,
Neu!,
Can,
Mark Hollis,
Bootsy Collins,
Todd Terry,
Deepchord,
Dawn Penn,
Aloha Tigers,
John Lydon,
Hasil Adkins,
Terrestrial Tones,
Minny Pops,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Roxy Music,
Pantytec,
Gabor Szabo,
Nico,
Rakim,
Fear,
Television Personalities,
Qualms,
Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman.
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.