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 Bulgaria and from Mumbai.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Michael McDonald 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 Parry Music to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Boz Scaggs. All the underground hits.
All Art Ensemble Of Chicago tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris Corsano 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camberwell Now record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fugazi,
Panda Bear,
The Zeros,
Stetsasonic,
Harry Pussy,
the Normal,
Dave Gahan,
Soul II Soul,
Minor Threat,
Black Flag,
Leonard Cohen,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Aural Exciters,
Boogie Down Productions,
Kenny Larkin,
The Residents,
Sarah Menescal,
Heaven 17,
A Certain Ratio,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Gang Green,
Banda Bassotti,
Bush Tetras,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Star Department,
Scratch Acid,
The Doobie Brothers,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Intrusion,
Fela Kuti,
The Trojans,
Dead Boys,
June Days,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Kerri Chandler,
Black Moon,
Circle Jerks,
Michelle Simonal,
Avey Tare,
The Slits,
EPMD,
Electric Prunes,
Carl Craig,
Cecil Taylor,
Royal Trux,
Letta Mbulu,
Little Man,
Grey Daturas,
The Invisible,
10cc,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Pere Ubu,
Charles Mingus,
Darondo,
John Foxx,
Chris & Cosey,
Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance.
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.