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 Panama and from Paris.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Dual Sessions to the disco 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 Lee Hazlewood. All the underground hits.
All The Flesh Eaters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Laurel Aitken record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harpers Bizarre record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Coltrane,
Kayak,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Second Layer,
Schoolly D,
Lyres,
Jerry's Kids,
Connie Case,
Al Stewart,
Section 25,
Joe Smooth,
Motorama,
Brand Nubian,
Buzzcocks,
Godley & Creme,
Sugar Minott,
John Lydon,
Liliput,
Girls At Our Best!,
Zapp,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Index,
Bob Dylan,
the Association,
Saccharine Trust,
Oblivians,
Sparks,
Bootsy Collins,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Leaves,
Simply Red,
Deakin,
Rapeman,
Crash Course in Science,
David Bowie,
Bill Near,
Black Moon,
Crime,
Deadbeat,
Freddie Wadling,
Audionom,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Misunderstood,
cv313,
Brick,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Magazine,
Jandek,
The Five Americans,
Anthony Braxton,
Stereo Dub,
Gang Green,
Los Fastidios,
Wally Richardson,
Kas Product,
Rosa Yemen,
The Happenings,
Pole,
Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman.
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.