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 Marshall Islands and from Milan.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 linndrum 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 Selector Dub Narcotic to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Michelle Simonal. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Halsall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hot Snakes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lyres,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Kinks,
Rekid,
Masters at Work,
Matthew Bourne,
The Stooges,
D'Angelo,
Nico,
Animal Collective,
Eve St. Jones,
Cal Tjader,
Swans,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Blues Magoos,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Tropical Tobacco,
Hasil Adkins,
Danielle Patucci,
Ultra Naté,
Skarface,
a-ha,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Interpol,
Kurtis Blow,
FM Einheit,
Darondo,
Marshall Jefferson,
Nas,
Nirvana,
The Vogues,
the Normal,
Panda Bear,
Sonic Youth,
Neil Young,
48th St. Collective,
Toni Rubio,
R.M.O.,
DJ Sneak,
Avey Tare,
Schoolly D,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
A Certain Ratio,
Excepter,
Wally Richardson,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Marc Almond,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Music Machine,
The Fortunes,
Dave Gahan,
Barbara Tucker,
Flash Fearless,
Ultimate Spinach,
Depeche Mode,
Gichy Dan,
Barry Ungar,
Man Eating Sloth,
Circle Jerks,
Spoonie Gee,
F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald.
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.