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 Vietnam and from Manila.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Altered Images to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Saints. All the underground hits.
All Tommy Roe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every These Immortal Souls 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angels of Light & Akron/Family record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Al Stewart,
Make Up,
Lungfish,
Eurythmics,
Fugazi,
cv313,
Quantec,
the Association,
Ultimate Spinach,
Jandek,
Yazoo,
Japan,
Camouflage,
Suicide,
Thompson Twins,
Von Mondo,
Rufus Thomas,
Ronnie Foster,
Marmalade,
James Chance & The Contortions,
the Germs,
Fat Boys,
DNA,
Theoretical Girls,
Fluxion,
Depeche Mode,
Suburban Knight,
Junior Murvin,
Ituana,
Reuben Wilson,
Sun City Girls,
Ponytail,
The Young Rascals,
The Tremeloes,
Cameo,
Tomorrow,
The Invisible,
The Red Krayola,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Toni Rubio,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Motions,
Cecil Taylor,
H. Thieme,
Radiohead,
Matthew Halsall,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Nils Olav,
The Walker Brothers,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
R.M.O.,
Amon Düül,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Surgeon,
June of 44,
The Gun Club,
Quando Quango,
Sugar Minott,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Underground Resistance,
Cybotron,
June Days,
Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins.
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.