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 Moldova and from Spokane.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 clarinet 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 K-Klass 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 Ossler. All the underground hits.
All Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Simply Red 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Motorama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Piero Umiliani,
Animal Collective,
Black Sheep,
The Vogues,
DJ Style,
The Associates,
Harmonia,
The Divine Comedy,
A Certain Ratio,
Skriet,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Malaria!,
T. Rex,
The Selecter,
Deakin,
Skarface,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ten City,
CMW,
The Birthday Party,
The Alarm Clocks,
Darondo,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Litter,
the Fania All-Stars,
R.M.O.,
Yellowson,
The Blackbyrds,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Misunderstood,
Reagan Youth,
The Gories,
The Zeros,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Dead Boys,
The Music Machine,
Inner City,
Rod Modell,
Alphaville,
Ohio Players,
Scan 7,
Oneida,
Harry Pussy,
Pet Shop Boys,
Trumans Water,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Buzzcocks,
Hoover,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Joey Negro,
Mars,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Eddi Front,
Subhumans,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Radio Birdman,
Cymande, Cymande, Cymande, Cymande.
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.