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 Taiwan and from Sao Paulo.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 marimba 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 June of 44 to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Zero Boys. All the underground hits.
All Sixth Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Bar-Kays record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet 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 linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Techniques,
The Fall,
Kool Moe Dee,
Maleditus Sound,
Grauzone,
Spandau Ballet,
Gang Gang Dance,
Nik Kershaw,
Girls At Our Best!,
New Age Steppers,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Warsaw,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Cameo,
Aloha Tigers,
Anakelly,
June of 44,
Infiniti,
Scan 7,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Smiths,
The Pretty Things,
Kenny Larkin,
Archie Shepp,
Sandy B,
Grey Daturas,
Theoretical Girls,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
UT,
Piero Umiliani,
Terrestrial Tones,
Kevin Saunderson,
Metal Thangz,
Amazonics,
Rufus Thomas,
Electric Prunes,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Can,
Kas Product,
Sonic Youth,
Brick,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Eric B and Rakim,
Roy Ayers,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Siglo XX,
Altered Images,
Moby Grape,
Vainqueur,
Los Fastidios,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Glenn Branca,
The Blues Magoos,
Crash Course in Science,
Shuggie Otis,
Mission of Burma,
The Evens,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lakeside,
Deepchord,
Yaz,
Roxy Music,
Interpol, Interpol, Interpol, Interpol.
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.