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 Pakistan and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Scion to the rock 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 New Order. All the underground hits.
All Howard Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Clear Light 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Toni Rubio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warren Ellis,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
FM Einheit,
The Motions,
Drexciya,
The New Christs,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Arthur Verocai,
Dual Sessions,
Organ,
Mark Hollis,
Au Pairs,
Camouflage,
Sarah Menescal,
Soulsonic Force,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Procol Harum,
The Names,
Glambeats Corp.,
X-Ray Spex,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gastr Del Sol,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sun Ra,
Robert Wyatt,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Shoche,
Mr. Review,
Technova,
Joy Division,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Jimmy McGriff,
Suicide,
Charles Mingus,
Skarface,
Wasted Youth,
Monolake,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Brass Construction,
Talk Talk,
Jacob Miller,
The Last Poets,
Wolf Eyes,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ronan,
Eric Dolphy,
Groovy Waters,
Hashim,
Sunsets and Hearts,
T.S.O.L.,
Scratch Acid,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Radio Birdman,
Terry Callier,
Harry Pussy,
The Vogues,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sound Behaviour,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
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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.