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 Bahrain and from Mexico City.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Flipper to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Index. All the underground hits.
All Kango’s Stein Massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minnie Riperton 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nation of Ulysses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Buzzcocks,
10cc,
Kurtis Blow,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Marvin Gaye,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Rites of Spring,
Metal Thangz,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
L. Decosne,
Panda Bear,
Organ,
Pussy Galore,
Sound Behaviour,
Ken Boothe,
Scrapy,
Das Ding,
Flamin' Groovies,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ponytail,
Gichy Dan,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Tommy Roe,
La Düsseldorf,
Eric Copeland,
the Sonics,
The Count Five,
Zapp,
The Sonics,
Robert Wyatt,
Vladislav Delay,
Audionom,
Bobby Byrd,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Brass Construction,
Amon Düül,
Siglo XX,
John Foxx,
Public Image Ltd.,
Delta 5,
Fela Kuti,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Talk Talk,
Althea and Donna,
The Barracudas,
Khruangbin,
Jacques Brel,
Pere Ubu,
David Bowie,
Nirvana,
Warren Ellis,
The Slits,
Tom Boy,
The Monochrome Set,
The United States of America,
The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs.
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.