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 Mali and from Johannesburg.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 theremin 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 Negative Approach to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Dave Gahan. All the underground hits.
All Chrome tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gladiators record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Rapeman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Searchers,
FM Einheit,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Freddie Wadling,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Dorothy Ashby,
Brothers Johnson,
Jandek,
Circle Jerks,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Delon & Dalcan,
Crooked Eye,
Marc Almond,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Swell Maps,
Cluster,
Jeff Lynne,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Smoke,
Arab on Radar,
Siglo XX,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Morten Harket,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Rotary Connection,
DJ Style,
Electric Prunes,
Lebanon Hanover,
Blake Baxter,
Ice-T,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Interpol,
Avey Tare,
Harry Pussy,
Big Daddy Kane,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Robert Wyatt,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Skriet,
L. Decosne,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Graham Central Station,
Rakim,
Barclay James Harvest,
Janne Schatter,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Stooges,
MC5,
Accadde A,
Angry Samoans,
The Real Kids,
Sight & Sound,
Magma,
June Days,
MDC,
Sun City Girls,
Motorama,
Lungfish,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy.
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.