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 Madagascar and from Accra.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 spring reverb 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 Aloha Tigers to the jazz 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 David Axelrod. All the underground hits.
All The Smoke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kings Of Tomorrow 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Lydon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Michelle Simonal,
the Swans,
The Leaves,
Animal Collective,
Kas Product,
The Tremeloes,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Mars,
The Fire Engines,
June Days,
Laurel Aitken,
Blossom Toes,
Japan,
Cluster,
Bluetip,
The Red Krayola,
Boogie Down Productions,
Dual Sessions,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Crispy Ambulance,
Grandmaster Flash,
Leonard Cohen,
Khruangbin,
The Smoke,
The Gap Band,
Rufus Thomas,
Nils Olav,
Mantronix,
The Names,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Babytalk,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Fad Gadget,
The Moleskins,
The Divine Comedy,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Neil Young,
Supertramp,
Man Parrish,
Marcia Griffiths,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Vladislav Delay,
KRS-One,
Junior Murvin,
Todd Terry,
New Order,
The J.B.'s,
Rapeman,
Joyce Sims,
AZ,
Aural Exciters,
Camberwell Now,
Juan Atkins,
Harpers Bizarre,
Organ,
Severed Heads,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Wake,
Sex Pistols,
Oneida,
Icehouse,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs.
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.