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 Singapore and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Alphaville to the disco 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Crooked Eye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delta 5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Malaria!,
Peter & Gordon,
Skaos,
Kool Moe Dee,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Echospace,
Ultimate Spinach,
Chris Corsano,
Radiopuhelimet,
Drive Like Jehu,
Joey Negro,
Cluster,
Rufus Thomas,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Stooges,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Boz Scaggs,
The Gap Band,
The Real Kids,
Black Flag,
Sparks,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Jacques Brel,
Oblivians,
The Busters,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Jawbox,
Matthew Halsall,
Anakelly,
Bush Tetras,
Donny Hathaway,
Matthew Bourne,
Agent Orange,
PIL,
Rotary Connection,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bauhaus,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sarah Menescal,
Metal Thangz,
Harpers Bizarre,
Chris & Cosey,
Deakin,
Television,
Loose Ends,
Ossler,
The Last Poets,
Stockholm Monsters,
DNA,
Unrelated Segments,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Scion,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Shoche,
the Soft Cell,
The Selecter,
Pussy Galore,
The Sound,
Robert Görl,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685.
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.