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 France and from Tokyo.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 DJ Sneak to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Angry Samoans. All the underground hits.
All Darondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Association 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a FM Einheit record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Birthday Party,
Robert Wyatt,
Minnie Riperton,
Marc Almond,
This Heat,
Nation of Ulysses,
Desert Stars,
Marine Girls,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
ABC,
Tommy Roe,
Wire,
Panda Bear,
Albert Ayler,
The Invisible,
The Toasters,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Zapp,
The Skatalites,
Rekid,
Lucky Dragons,
Shoche,
Ossler,
Byron Stingily,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Trojans,
Faraquet,
Easy Going,
Avey Tare,
Agitation Free,
Lou Reed,
Dawn Penn,
Moby Grape,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Vladislav Delay,
Dual Sessions,
Chris & Cosey,
Mantronix,
Animal Collective,
Black Pus,
T.S.O.L.,
Black Sheep,
Scratch Acid,
The Misunderstood,
Q and Not U,
Freddie Wadling,
Alton Ellis,
Urselle,
Ronnie Foster,
Joey Negro,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Kool Moe Dee,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Mo-Dettes,
Jeff Lynne,
UT,
Con Funk Shun,
Oblivians,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Arcadia,
Warsaw,
Suburban Knight,
Howard Jones,
Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket.
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.