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 Ecuador and from Shanghai.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 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 Theoretical Girls to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Thee Headcoats. All the underground hits.
All The Red Krayola tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a K-Klass record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Young Rascals,
Patti Smith,
Slick Rick,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Fortunes,
Mission of Burma,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
New York Dolls,
The Toasters,
Japan,
Neu!,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Underground Resistance,
the Human League,
The Moody Blues,
Quando Quango,
World's Most,
Roy Ayers,
Inner City,
Pierre Henry,
Infiniti,
Crispy Ambulance,
Fat Boys,
Technova,
Eric Copeland,
Smog,
Roger Hodgson,
The New Christs,
Erykah Badu,
Barclay James Harvest,
Janne Schatter,
The Sonics,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Young Marble Giants,
The Techniques,
Buzzcocks,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
John Lydon,
Parry Music,
the Slits,
Skriet,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Joey Negro,
Bad Manners,
Rakim,
Crispian St. Peters,
Marvin Gaye,
Alphaville,
The Five Americans,
Minutemen,
Absolute Body Control,
Stiv Bators,
Warren Ellis,
Outsiders,
T. Rex,
Scrapy,
Amon Düül,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo.
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.