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 El Salvador and from Stockholm.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 808 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 The Litter to the crunk 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 Ultimate Spinach. All the underground hits.
All Crispy Ambulance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arthur Verocai 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marmalade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eve St. Jones,
Radiohead,
Marine Girls,
Livin' Joy,
the Human League,
X-102,
Roy Ayers,
Goldenarms,
Gang Starr,
The Beau Brummels,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Real Kids,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Young Rascals,
Desert Stars,
Sister Nancy,
The Motions,
Panda Bear,
The Velvet Underground,
the Soft Cell,
Moebius,
Aaron Thompson,
The Martian,
the Swans,
Carl Craig,
Black Moon,
The Stooges,
Country Teasers,
Bill Wells,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Idris Muhammad,
Arab on Radar,
The Golliwogs,
Reuben Wilson,
Malaria!,
The Knickerbockers,
Leonard Cohen,
Marshall Jefferson,
the Bar-Kays,
Traffic Nightmare,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Frankie Knuckles,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
La Düsseldorf,
Drexciya,
Qualms,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
FM Einheit,
Second Layer,
John Foxx,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Symarip,
Agitation Free,
Sam Rivers,
H. Thieme,
DJ Sneak,
Icehouse,
Lebanon Hanover,
Rotary Connection,
Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion.
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.