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 Yemen and from Bremen.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Grauzone to the funk 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 Terry Callier. All the underground hits.
All Panda Bear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Malaria! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABBA,
Juan Atkins,
Crime,
The Pop Group,
Ronnie Foster,
Robert Görl,
Theoretical Girls,
The Sonics,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Tom Boy,
David Axelrod,
Animal Collective,
Barbara Tucker,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Livin' Joy,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Modern Lovers,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Thompson Twins,
Sugar Minott,
The Evens,
Monolake,
Can,
CMW,
Dead Boys,
Hot Snakes,
The Toasters,
Letta Mbulu,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Birthday Party,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Monochrome Set,
Mad Mike,
Jesper Dahlback,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ten City,
The Gories,
Black Bananas,
Heaven 17,
Man Parrish,
Graham Central Station,
The New Christs,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Tubeway Army,
Ultravox,
Eric Copeland,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Fall,
Hardrive,
Black Pus,
Interpol,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Tears for Fears,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Velvet Underground,
The Angels of Light,
Yusef Lateef,
Jawbox,
Mission of Burma,
Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun.
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.