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 Germany 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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 sitar 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 Excepter to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 American Breed. All the underground hits.
All The Angels of Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Throbbing Gristle record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stereo Dub record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Slave,
The Blackbyrds,
Reagan Youth,
The Velvet Underground,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ronan,
Eddi Front,
Bob Dylan,
The United States of America,
Bill Wells,
Faraquet,
Newcleus,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Man Parrish,
K-Klass,
Fad Gadget,
Lucky Dragons,
The Stooges,
The Knickerbockers,
Barclay James Harvest,
H. Thieme,
Terry Callier,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Simply Red,
Donny Hathaway,
Shuggie Otis,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Mark Hollis,
Lower 48,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Stetsasonic,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Roxette,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
This Heat,
John Coltrane,
The Doobie Brothers,
June Days,
Mars,
The Red Krayola,
Frankie Knuckles,
Skriet,
Malaria!,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Oblivians,
Angry Samoans,
Scientists,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Kas Product,
The Pretty Things,
Ten City,
Alton Ellis,
Althea and Donna,
Los Fastidios,
Fluxion,
The Star Department,
Unwound,
the Association,
Masters at Work,
The Names, The Names, The Names, The Names.
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.