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 Paraguay and from Bologna.
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 Lyon and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Grass Roots to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Quadrant. All the underground hits.
All Country Teasers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rakim 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 a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kevin Saunderson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oblivians,
Basic Channel,
Brass Construction,
The United States of America,
The Vogues,
Country Teasers,
Johnny Clarke,
Sight & Sound,
Joy Division,
Wire,
Pussy Galore,
The Stooges,
Underground Resistance,
Surgeon,
The J.B.'s,
Mars,
Gerry Rafferty,
New Age Steppers,
MC5,
X-102,
Connie Case,
Morten Harket,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Groovy Waters,
The Kinks,
Sonny Sharrock,
Clear Light,
Eddi Front,
The Fortunes,
Radio Birdman,
Dead Boys,
The Walker Brothers,
Man Eating Sloth,
Los Fastidios,
Bill Wells,
The Victims,
The Cowsills,
Q and Not U,
Kool Moe Dee,
the Sonics,
Guru Guru,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
World's Most,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Gories,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Babytalk,
Cluster,
Suicide,
Circle Jerks,
Talk Talk,
F. McDonald,
Pierre Henry,
LL Cool J,
Lou Christie,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Mo-Dettes,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ossler,
Bobby Sherman,
Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne.
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.