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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Johannesburg.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 David Bowie 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 Slackers to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Ohio Players. All the underground hits.
All Lalann tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mighty Diamonds 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Juan Atkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Altered Images,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Carl Craig,
Eric Copeland,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Eden Ahbez,
The Smiths,
The Slackers,
Royal Trux,
Buzzcocks,
Scott Walker,
Desert Stars,
Eli Mardock,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sexual Harrassment,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
U.S. Maple,
New Order,
Young Marble Giants,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Residents,
Scan 7,
The Gories,
Underground Resistance,
DNA,
The Red Krayola,
Crash Course in Science,
Little Man,
Crispy Ambulance,
Mary Jane Girls,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Silicon Teens,
Siglo XX,
Althea and Donna,
Soft Cell,
The Litter,
Aloha Tigers,
Nico,
Von Mondo,
Johnny Osbourne,
Quando Quango,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ossler,
Big Daddy Kane,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
X-Ray Spex,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Tears for Fears,
the Human League,
Alton Ellis,
Alison Limerick,
In Retrospect,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Howard Jones,
Absolute Body Control,
Piero Umiliani,
Dave Gahan,
cv313,
Rapeman,
It's A Beautiful Day,
JFA,
Lower 48,
X-102, X-102, X-102, X-102.
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.