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 Oman and from Manila.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Robert Palmer 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 Technova to the rap 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 Derrick Morgan. All the underground hits.
All 48th St. Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arab on Radar 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Invisible record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Marc Almond,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Mo-Dettes,
Harpers Bizarre,
EPMD,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Michelle Simonal,
Todd Rundgren,
Pagans,
Tubeway Army,
Mandrill,
The Toasters,
Quando Quango,
Malaria!,
Royal Trux,
Dual Sessions,
Stockholm Monsters,
Kerrie Biddell,
Pierre Henry,
The Fugs,
Yusef Lateef,
Lucky Dragons,
Albert Ayler,
Ken Boothe,
Barclay James Harvest,
Hoover,
The Saints,
Traffic Nightmare,
John Foxx,
Flipper,
Moss Icon,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Q and Not U,
The Blackbyrds,
Cluster,
Black Pus,
Barbara Tucker,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Tommy Roe,
Cameo,
Amon Düül,
The Invisible,
Morten Harket,
Colin Newman,
Matthew Halsall,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Throbbing Gristle,
Crash Course in Science,
The Stooges,
Girls At Our Best!,
Funky Four + One,
Bauhaus,
Lalann,
Urselle,
The Shadows of Knight,
Howard Jones,
Lower 48,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
In Retrospect,
Flash Fearless,
Man Eating Sloth,
Talk Talk,
Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer.
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.