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 United States and from Glasgow.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Public Image Ltd. 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 Rekid. All the underground hits.
All Maurizio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Duran Duran record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry's Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin 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?
X-102,
Curtis Mayfield,
Joyce Sims,
Royal Trux,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Motions,
the Bar-Kays,
The Monochrome Set,
Pantytec,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lee Hazlewood,
Yellowson,
Supertramp,
H. Thieme,
The Cramps,
Shuggie Otis,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Thee Headcoats,
Slave,
Saccharine Trust,
Goldenarms,
The Move,
Quando Quango,
L. Decosne,
Alice Coltrane,
K-Klass,
Ultimate Spinach,
Tubeway Army,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Schoolly D,
The Invisible,
Crispian St. Peters,
Animal Collective,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
James White and The Blacks,
Index,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Livin' Joy,
New Order,
Eli Mardock,
Ken Boothe,
Essential Logic,
Camberwell Now,
Adolescents,
Faraquet,
Drexciya,
Soft Machine,
Junior Murvin,
Albert Ayler,
Eden Ahbez,
Cluster,
Amazonics,
Circle Jerks,
The Gun Club,
Magma,
Soulsonic Force,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Clear Light,
Excepter,
Half Japanese,
Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy.
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.