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 Paraguay and from London.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Calgary.
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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Spandau Ballet to the punk 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 Lebanon Hanover. All the underground hits.
All The Red Krayola tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tom Boy 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television Personalities record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tomorrow,
Negative Approach,
Grandmaster Flash,
Deadbeat,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Unwound,
The Flesh Eaters,
Minor Threat,
The Young Rascals,
Gabor Szabo,
Scratch Acid,
Lightning Bolt,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ultimate Spinach,
Man Eating Sloth,
Laurel Aitken,
Oblivians,
Agitation Free,
David Axelrod,
Big Daddy Kane,
Alton Ellis,
John Lydon,
Tommy Roe,
Bronski Beat,
Vladislav Delay,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Barry Ungar,
Mars,
Tropical Tobacco,
Cymande,
Leonard Cohen,
Eli Mardock,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
10cc,
B.T. Express,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Black Dice,
Henry Cow,
DJ Sneak,
The Birthday Party,
Jeff Mills,
The Stooges,
Crispy Ambulance,
Von Mondo,
The Grass Roots,
Pylon,
Cluster,
T.S.O.L.,
Tubeway Army,
Easy Going,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Residents,
Khruangbin,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
AZ,
Television,
Ornette Coleman,
The Smiths,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A.
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.