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 Kiribati and from Delhi.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 mellotron 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 Massinfluence to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Pantaleimon. All the underground hits.
All James White and The Blacks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T. Rex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oppenheimer Analysis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Walker Brothers,
Von Mondo,
Kaleidoscope,
Infiniti,
Grandmaster Flash,
Danielle Patucci,
Crash Course in Science,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Donny Hathaway,
Livin' Joy,
Banda Bassotti,
Bluetip,
China Crisis,
Soft Cell,
Country Teasers,
Scott Walker,
Section 25,
Bang On A Can,
Blossom Toes,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Electric Prunes,
Minnie Riperton,
Lindisfarne,
CMW,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Newcleus,
Eric Copeland,
ABBA,
Jeff Lynne,
Niagra,
Mandrill,
The Red Krayola,
The Human League,
Wire,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Velvet Underground,
The Sonics,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bizarre Inc.,
R.M.O.,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Flipper,
The Music Machine,
David Bowie,
Scrapy,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Skaos,
Tropical Tobacco,
Eric B and Rakim,
Depeche Mode,
Blancmange,
Popol Vuh,
The Cure,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Modern Lovers,
Fugazi,
Cecil Taylor,
Buzzcocks,
Jandek,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Star Department,
Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside.
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.