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 Kosovo and from Glasgow.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 chamberlin 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 Television Personalities to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Leaves. All the underground hits.
All Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Colin Newman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reuben Wilson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Velvet Underground,
Livin' Joy,
Nirvana,
Frankie Knuckles,
Nas,
The Five Americans,
Nik Kershaw,
Rotary Connection,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Avey Tare,
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The American Breed,
Gastr Del Sol,
Matthew Bourne,
Don Cherry,
the Swans,
Flipper,
Monolake,
Symarip,
Ohio Players,
Robert Hood,
The Move,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Black Pus,
The Standells,
Derrick Morgan,
U.S. Maple,
Tears for Fears,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Rakim,
The Pretty Things,
Rufus Thomas,
DJ Sneak,
The Barracudas,
Bang On A Can,
Easy Going,
Bob Dylan,
Sixth Finger,
Sun Ra,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Music Machine,
Ultimate Spinach,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
T. Rex,
The Buckinghams,
Barry Ungar,
Talk Talk,
The Zeros,
Bronski Beat,
Roxette,
Bluetip,
Warren Ellis,
Warsaw,
Unwound,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Popol Vuh,
Roy Ayers,
Freddie Wadling,
Radio Birdman,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Khruangbin,
Ice-T,
MC5,
The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques.
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.