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 Afghanistan and from Accra.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 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 Neu! to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Fall. All the underground hits.
All Glambeats Corp. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hoover 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlback record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
LL Cool J,
Joe Finger,
Max Romeo,
The Kinks,
Bootsy Collins,
Soul Sonic Force,
Toni Rubio,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Jesper Dahlback,
Echospace,
Kool Moe Dee,
Leonard Cohen,
Subhumans,
Alice Coltrane,
Skaos,
Lebanon Hanover,
Kenny Larkin,
Chris & Cosey,
Johnny Osbourne,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Archie Shepp,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Flash Fearless,
Wasted Youth,
Peter & Gordon,
the Normal,
Fad Gadget,
Lee Hazlewood,
Matthew Halsall,
Gong,
Supertramp,
Radiohead,
Lou Christie,
Bill Near,
Pantaleimon,
Kerrie Biddell,
Mad Mike,
Ten City,
Young Marble Giants,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Electric Prunes,
Scratch Acid,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Doors,
Jeff Lynne,
Mr. Review,
Alton Ellis,
Scion,
Dorothy Ashby,
Girls At Our Best!,
Pulsallama,
Accadde A,
Kayak,
The Human League,
Marc Almond,
The Martian,
Glambeats Corp.,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Jerry's Kids,
Scientists,
Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet.
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.