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 Sierra Leone and from Bologna.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 spring reverb 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 Porter Ricks 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 Moss Icon. All the underground hits.
All The Birthday Party tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mandrill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Althea and Donna record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Foxx,
Absolute Body Control,
Radiohead,
Outsiders,
The Human League,
Pagans,
Country Teasers,
Nick Fraelich,
Ronan,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Blues Magoos,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Fortunes,
New Age Steppers,
The Golliwogs,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bobby Womack,
Lalann,
Section 25,
Adolescents,
Tommy Roe,
John Holt,
Depeche Mode,
Barrington Levy,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ice-T,
Faraquet,
Joyce Sims,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Stereo Dub,
Michelle Simonal,
Joensuu 1685,
Blancmange,
Icehouse,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Wasted Youth,
Girls At Our Best!,
Joe Smooth,
Junior Murvin,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
10cc,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sällskapet,
The Gladiators,
Sonic Youth,
Visage,
Monks,
Hashim,
DNA,
Tom Boy,
Sparks,
Cheater Slicks,
Thee Headcoats,
Motorama,
Letta Mbulu,
Suburban Knight,
The Black Dice,
the Sonics,
Kas Product,
Barclay James Harvest,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Eden Ahbez,
Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt.
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.