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 Dominica and from Toronto.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Grey Daturas to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Goldenarms. All the underground hits.
All Zero Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Wells record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moebius record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dead C,
Pharoah Sanders,
Gerry Rafferty,
Saccharine Trust,
Index,
Khruangbin,
Amon Düül,
Tubeway Army,
Henry Cow,
Trumans Water,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sonic Youth,
Crime,
Brick,
Faraquet,
Theoretical Girls,
Barry Ungar,
Spandau Ballet,
The Divine Comedy,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bauhaus,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Gladiators,
Babytalk,
the Human League,
Agitation Free,
Gregory Isaacs,
Gichy Dan,
Bobby Womack,
Skarface,
Echospace,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ultra Naté,
Camberwell Now,
The Invisible,
Donald Byrd,
Can,
Popol Vuh,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
JFA,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Tomorrow,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Barracudas,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Smiths,
The Dirtbombs,
Thee Headcoats,
Ultravox,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Music Machine,
Roxy Music,
Au Pairs,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Peter and Kerry,
DJ Sneak,
the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell.
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.