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 Taipei.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Electric Light Orchestra to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Oblivians. All the underground hits.
All Livin' Joy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David McCallum 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liliput record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mission of Burma,
Gastr Del Sol,
Tim Buckley,
Avey Tare,
The Gories,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Slits,
Juan Atkins,
Young Marble Giants,
Ohio Players,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Saints,
Derrick Morgan,
Main Source,
The Fall,
Sister Nancy,
Pylon,
Brass Construction,
The Flesh Eaters,
the Normal,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Harmonia,
The Slackers,
Deadbeat,
ABBA,
Duran Duran,
Ultra Naté,
Warren Ellis,
Max Romeo,
John Foxx,
Johnny Osbourne,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Techniques,
Man Parrish,
10cc,
Derrick May,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ultravox,
a-ha,
The Blackbyrds,
Ice-T,
Lightning Bolt,
Soul Sonic Force,
Scientists,
The Buckinghams,
The Selecter,
Pet Shop Boys,
Dawn Penn,
Peter and Kerry,
Babytalk,
Radio Birdman,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Chrome,
Arthur Verocai,
Kerri Chandler,
Negative Approach,
World's Most,
David Axelrod,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers.
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.