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 Romania 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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 New Age Steppers to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Thompson Twins. All the underground hits.
All Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Velvet Underground record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joy Division record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Halsall,
Schoolly D,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Cymande,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Monochrome Set,
Masters at Work,
Maleditus Sound,
These Immortal Souls,
Throbbing Gristle,
Suicide,
Stetsasonic,
Isaac Hayes,
This Heat,
John Coltrane,
The Saints,
Harpers Bizarre,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Mission of Burma,
Dorothy Ashby,
Scott Walker,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Mark Hollis,
Anakelly,
The Monks,
Banda Bassotti,
Das Ding,
Steve Hackett,
Barry Ungar,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Marvin Gaye,
The Neon Judgement,
Johnny Osbourne,
Gerry Rafferty,
LL Cool J,
Henry Cow,
Althea and Donna,
Inner City,
The Fire Engines,
The Red Krayola,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Don Cherry,
Joe Finger,
The Names,
Chris & Cosey,
Susan Cadogan,
Outsiders,
Danielle Patucci,
James White and The Blacks,
Bronski Beat,
Yaz,
Scratch Acid,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Alphaville,
Bluetip,
The Beau Brummels,
Mandrill,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lakeside,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Todd Rundgren,
The Residents, The Residents, The Residents, The Residents.
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.