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 Mozambique and from Manila.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Theoretical Girls to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 One Last Wish. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nation of Ulysses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Newcleus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Style,
Pylon,
Youth Brigade,
Mantronix,
Bizarre Inc.,
Mark Hollis,
Glenn Branca,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Moebius,
Fugazi,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Eden Ahbez,
Kerrie Biddell,
Alice Coltrane,
ABBA,
Wire,
Minnie Riperton,
Gil Scott Heron,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Blake Baxter,
Bill Near,
Symarip,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Carl Craig,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Deakin,
The Velvet Underground,
The Moody Blues,
Throbbing Gristle,
David Bowie,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Amon Düül II,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Essential Logic,
The Knickerbockers,
Can,
June Days,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Radio Birdman,
Dark Day,
Roxy Music,
The Litter,
Gichy Dan,
Tomorrow,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
kango's stein massive,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Pussy Galore,
The Stooges,
Severed Heads,
Minny Pops,
Faust,
Das Ding,
Tom Boy,
Buzzcocks,
Godley & Creme,
Ornette Coleman,
FM Einheit,
Spoonie Gee,
Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson.
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.