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 Tonga and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 snare 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 Reagan Youth to the grime 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 Bob Dylan. All the underground hits.
All Drexciya tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gerry Rafferty 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shoche record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Animal Collective,
Yazoo,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Spandau Ballet,
Aswad,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Robert Hood,
Bizarre Inc.,
Porter Ricks,
The Invisible,
Letta Mbulu,
The Alarm Clocks,
Eddi Front,
Niagra,
Sun City Girls,
Tears for Fears,
Joe Smooth,
June of 44,
Deadbeat,
The Busters,
The Monochrome Set,
Faraquet,
The Neon Judgement,
China Crisis,
Sun Ra,
The Kinks,
DJ Style,
Excepter,
The Star Department,
The Associates,
Marmalade,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Hasil Adkins,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Barry Ungar,
The Last Poets,
Barbara Tucker,
Minor Threat,
Tropical Tobacco,
Dorothy Ashby,
Tommy Roe,
Gang Starr,
Bobby Byrd,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Aaron Thompson,
Tom Boy,
Sparks,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Crime,
The Stooges,
Black Flag,
The Blackbyrds,
Panda Bear,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sällskapet,
The Human League,
8 Eyed Spy,
Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon.
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.