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 Lesotho and from Calgary.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Robert Palmer 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 Larry & the Blue Notes to the rap 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 Golliwogs. All the underground hits.
All Godley & Creme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James Chance & The Contortions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cybotron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maleditus Sound,
Clear Light,
Masters at Work,
The Techniques,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Rosa Yemen,
Magazine,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Electric Prunes,
The Fortunes,
The Cure,
Grauzone,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Alarm Clocks,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ohio Players,
Slave,
cv313,
Rufus Thomas,
Animal Collective,
Johnny Clarke,
8 Eyed Spy,
New Order,
Blake Baxter,
Au Pairs,
The Mojo Men,
Talk Talk,
Barrington Levy,
Drexciya,
MC5,
Darondo,
Ornette Coleman,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bill Near,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Whodini,
Roy Ayers,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Gang Gang Dance,
Crash Course in Science,
Blossom Toes,
Aswad,
Smog,
Pole,
Echospace,
Jerry's Kids,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Marmalade,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sixth Finger,
Stiv Bators,
Piero Umiliani,
Circle Jerks,
Quantec,
Rotary Connection,
Cybotron,
Neil Young,
Girls At Our Best!,
Section 25,
Saccharine Trust,
The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice.
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.