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 Brunei 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 Lyon and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Black Moon to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Bob Dylan. All the underground hits.
All Moss Icon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Symarip record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Urselle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Litter,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Blancmange,
June of 44,
The Detroit Cobras,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The United States of America,
Funkadelic,
Letta Mbulu,
Man Parrish,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Mark Hollis,
The Beau Brummels,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Moss Icon,
Inner City,
Von Mondo,
The Searchers,
Boz Scaggs,
Skriet,
The Sonics,
Chris & Cosey,
The Knickerbockers,
Public Enemy,
The Dead C,
The Martian,
Massinfluence,
Qualms,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Fela Kuti,
Jacques Brel,
Bootsy Collins,
Sex Pistols,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Monks,
Camouflage,
Nils Olav,
Minny Pops,
The Busters,
New Order,
Whodini,
Mars,
Sonic Youth,
The Cramps,
Erykah Badu,
Kenny Larkin,
ABBA,
Joensuu 1685,
The Flesh Eaters,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Goldenarms,
Robert Wyatt,
Masters at Work,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Rekid,
David McCallum,
Quantec,
Nirvana,
Blake Baxter,
Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone.
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.