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 Colombia and from Bologna.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 rhodes 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 John Coltrane to the disco 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 The Mojo Men. All the underground hits.
All Boredoms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bauhaus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Can 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?
Depeche Mode,
Skriet,
Sugar Minott,
R.M.O.,
Audionom,
Underground Resistance,
Fela Kuti,
Silicon Teens,
the Sonics,
Fluxion,
The Five Americans,
Smog,
Rhythm & Sound,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Main Source,
The Motions,
Von Mondo,
Bob Dylan,
Joey Negro,
Pagans,
Goldenarms,
Severed Heads,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ludus,
Nik Kershaw,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sandy B,
Gastr Del Sol,
Cal Tjader,
The Human League,
the Fania All-Stars,
Eddi Front,
Infiniti,
The Invisible,
Harry Pussy,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ornette Coleman,
Jacob Miller,
Pussy Galore,
Rekid,
Hardrive,
Siglo XX,
Technova,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Guru Guru,
Reuben Wilson,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ronnie Foster,
Roger Hodgson,
Freddie Wadling,
Lindisfarne,
OOIOO,
Nick Fraelich,
Andrew Hill,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
F. McDonald,
The Fire Engines,
Brand Nubian,
Suburban Knight,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart.
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.