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 Kuwait and from Lagos.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 the Bar-Kays to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Slits. All the underground hits.
All The Invisible tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reuben Wilson 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Teasers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Light Orchestra,
Swell Maps,
Aaron Thompson,
The Dirtbombs,
Mr. Review,
FM Einheit,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
cv313,
Kool Moe Dee,
Angry Samoans,
Deakin,
Monolake,
Brand Nubian,
the Bar-Kays,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Derrick May,
The Fire Engines,
Warsaw,
New York Dolls,
Surgeon,
The Monochrome Set,
Kayak,
Royal Trux,
Faraquet,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Wake,
Avey Tare,
Bush Tetras,
Eric B and Rakim,
Janne Schatter,
Model 500,
Lebanon Hanover,
Deadbeat,
The Searchers,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sex Pistols,
Bobby Sherman,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Max Romeo,
Harmonia,
Silicon Teens,
The Walker Brothers,
The Blackbyrds,
Basic Channel,
Chris & Cosey,
Section 25,
Talk Talk,
Tim Buckley,
Los Fastidios,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bootsy Collins,
Make Up,
Gong,
Soft Machine,
Sandy B,
Ralphi Rosario,
Accadde A,
the Human League,
Ten City,
Marmalade,
Babytalk,
Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus.
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.