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 Ukraine and from Lyon.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 sitar 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 Gang Gang Dance to the rap 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 R.M.O.. All the underground hits.
All Underground Resistance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pagans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pere Ubu,
The Red Krayola,
Lyres,
Michelle Simonal,
Don Cherry,
Gichy Dan,
Neu!,
Organ,
Grauzone,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Scrapy,
Kerrie Biddell,
Rekid,
DNA,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Alarm Clocks,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Vogues,
OOIOO,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Motions,
Gang Starr,
Sällskapet,
The Neon Judgement,
Tom Boy,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sight & Sound,
Johnny Osbourne,
Hardrive,
Cymande,
Scott Walker,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Average White Band,
Sarah Menescal,
Guru Guru,
Easy Going,
Terry Callier,
Gong,
Dawn Penn,
Robert Wyatt,
The Mummies,
E-Dancer,
The Knickerbockers,
The Birthday Party,
Warren Ellis,
MDC,
Eden Ahbez,
The Dave Clark Five,
Black Bananas,
T. Rex,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Fugazi,
Shoche,
Wally Richardson,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sun City Girls,
Glenn Branca,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ossler,
The Slackers,
Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station.
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.