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 Bhutan and from Lyon.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Ponytail to the electroclash 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 Soulsonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Lynne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cameo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Bourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Goldenarms,
Qualms,
Y Pants,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
L. Decosne,
The Associates,
Soulsonic Force,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sun City Girls,
Wolf Eyes,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Moss Icon,
Kevin Saunderson,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Neon Judgement,
These Immortal Souls,
The J.B.'s,
Aloha Tigers,
Magma,
Vladislav Delay,
Neu!,
Arthur Verocai,
The Divine Comedy,
Lalo Schifrin,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Roxette,
Chrome,
New Age Steppers,
Gang Starr,
Urselle,
MC5,
Motorama,
Janne Schatter,
Robert Wyatt,
Barrington Levy,
Monolake,
Byron Stingily,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Josef K,
Inner City,
Soft Machine,
Ultravox,
the Germs,
OOIOO,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Smiths,
Donald Byrd,
Bill Wells,
Wire,
Television,
Cybotron,
Lungfish,
Roger Hodgson,
Laurel Aitken,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Circle Jerks,
Clear Light,
Buzzcocks,
The Trojans,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago.
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.