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 Ukraine and from Woodstock.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Chris & Cosey to the disco 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 Bang On A Can. All the underground hits.
All Yazoo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erykah Badu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thee Headcoats,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Star Department,
Young Marble Giants,
Cameo,
Sixth Finger,
FM Einheit,
Deadbeat,
Maurizio,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bronski Beat,
Rotary Connection,
Jandek,
Intrusion,
a-ha,
10cc,
Whodini,
Second Layer,
Scientists,
T.S.O.L.,
Spandau Ballet,
Swans,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Public Image Ltd.,
Suburban Knight,
The Remains,
Sound Behaviour,
Chris Corsano,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
EPMD,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Index,
Infiniti,
Charles Mingus,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Johnny Clarke,
Ten City,
The Dead C,
Agent Orange,
Moss Icon,
Loose Ends,
Inner City,
the Human League,
Susan Cadogan,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Marine Girls,
Rapeman,
Kenny Larkin,
Thompson Twins,
Donald Byrd,
Patti Smith,
Delon & Dalcan,
Davy DMX,
X-101,
Terrestrial Tones,
Nils Olav,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sex Pistols,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic.
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.