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 Mauritania and from Portland.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Patti Smith to the techno 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 Kool Moe Dee. All the underground hits.
All Loose Ends tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siouxsie and the Banshees 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Holt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharoah Sanders,
The Moody Blues,
Tomorrow,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Vogues,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Spandau Ballet,
The Velvet Underground,
Max Romeo,
Lyres,
Little Man,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Fugs,
Severed Heads,
Quantec,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ken Boothe,
Qualms,
The Techniques,
Alison Limerick,
Alphaville,
The Tremeloes,
Pulsallama,
Electric Prunes,
The Human League,
Donald Byrd,
John Holt,
Joyce Sims,
Leonard Cohen,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Vladislav Delay,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Steve Hackett,
Bill Wells,
Swell Maps,
The Names,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sun Ra,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Grey Daturas,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Tears for Fears,
Urselle,
Scion,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Essential Logic,
The Raincoats,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
E-Dancer,
Section 25,
Easy Going,
Joe Smooth,
A Certain Ratio,
F. McDonald,
a-ha,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Aswad,
Bad Manners,
Johnny Osbourne,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Isaac Hayes,
Main Source, Main Source, Main Source, Main Source.
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.