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 Mauritania and from Calgary.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Urselle to the rock 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 Ronan. All the underground hits.
All Grauzone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pulsallama record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arthur Verocai record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül,
the Soft Cell,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Suburban Knight,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Fad Gadget,
The Moody Blues,
T. Rex,
Swans,
These Immortal Souls,
The Trojans,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Donald Byrd,
Lucky Dragons,
Deepchord,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Mummies,
Rhythm & Sound,
Scan 7,
Electric Prunes,
cv313,
Flamin' Groovies,
Soul Sonic Force,
New Order,
Josef K,
Suicide,
Royal Trux,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Pulsallama,
Stockholm Monsters,
Erykah Badu,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Toni Rubio,
Talk Talk,
Duran Duran,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sixth Finger,
Archie Shepp,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
ABC,
Magma,
Todd Terry,
Funky Four + One,
The Music Machine,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Soft Machine,
The Residents,
The Cure,
Reagan Youth,
Rites of Spring,
Kool Moe Dee,
Severed Heads,
Cabaret Voltaire,
K-Klass,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Move,
The Fortunes,
The Blackbyrds,
The Red Krayola,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Motions,
The Count Five,
The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans.
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.