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 Venezuela and from Beijing.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Echospace to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Crooked Eye. All the underground hits.
All The Fall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maleditus Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Junior Murvin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bizarre Inc.,
Masters at Work,
The Modern Lovers,
the Germs,
Pantaleimon,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Curtis Mayfield,
Monks,
Fluxion,
Blossom Toes,
Fear,
Accadde A,
Shuggie Otis,
Glenn Branca,
Wire,
New Order,
Eric Dolphy,
Soulsonic Force,
Slick Rick,
Henry Cow,
The Human League,
The Martian,
Black Moon,
Jeff Lynne,
Tubeway Army,
Man Parrish,
Funky Four + One,
Bootsy Collins,
Rapeman,
World's Most,
Brand Nubian,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Quadrant,
The Standells,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
David Axelrod,
X-Ray Spex,
The Slackers,
D'Angelo,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Eden Ahbez,
Angry Samoans,
Pylon,
Lungfish,
Bill Near,
Moss Icon,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Radio Birdman,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Unrelated Segments,
Scott Walker,
Yellowson,
Half Japanese,
Ten City,
Black Bananas,
Pussy Galore,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Arcadia,
Severed Heads,
Gregory Isaacs,
Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths.
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.