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 Greece and from Toronto.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Gregory Isaacs to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Slave. All the underground hits.
All Delta 5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Procol Harum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Intrusion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Q65,
Shoche,
PIL,
Gang of Four,
Avey Tare,
Scratch Acid,
Au Pairs,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Faust,
Tom Boy,
Depeche Mode,
Banda Bassotti,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Adolescents,
Hasil Adkins,
The Blackbyrds,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lightning Bolt,
Mark Hollis,
Wings,
The Gun Club,
Roxette,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Motions,
Arab on Radar,
Donny Hathaway,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Invisible,
Boredoms,
Archie Shepp,
The Fugs,
Unwound,
Marcia Griffiths,
Shuggie Otis,
The Standells,
Main Source,
The Offenders,
The Techniques,
Grauzone,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Henry Cow,
Pulsallama,
Rekid,
Cluster,
Traffic Nightmare,
Delta 5,
These Immortal Souls,
Eric Copeland,
CMW,
Scrapy,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Simply Red,
Crispian St. Peters,
Aural Exciters,
The Walker Brothers,
Intrusion,
Rod Modell,
Organ, Organ, Organ, Organ.
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.