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 Czech Republic and from Edmonton.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 güiro 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 Moss Icon to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Rhythm & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Piero Umiliani tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every K-Klass record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Lynne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erykah Badu,
Con Funk Shun,
Roxy Music,
Mars,
Prince Buster,
Barbara Tucker,
Mandrill,
Gerry Rafferty,
Big Daddy Kane,
Blossom Toes,
Icehouse,
The Golliwogs,
Yazoo,
Gang Gang Dance,
Rapeman,
Von Mondo,
Patti Smith,
Man Parrish,
Altered Images,
Negative Approach,
Popol Vuh,
The Human League,
Jimmy McGriff,
New Order,
Trumans Water,
Nico,
Soft Machine,
The Doobie Brothers,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bang On A Can,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Pantaleimon,
Wings,
Cal Tjader,
Andrew Hill,
John Coltrane,
World's Most,
Erasure,
The Smiths,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Colin Newman,
FM Einheit,
Nirvana,
Surgeon,
Pole,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Warren Ellis,
DNA,
Flipper,
Stiv Bators,
Mad Mike,
The Litter,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Invisible,
The Names,
Black Pus,
Laurel Aitken,
kango's stein massive,
The Blackbyrds,
Inner City,
Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green.
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.