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 Micronesia and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the mellotron 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 The Cosmic Jokers to the grunge 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 Lou Christie. All the underground hits.
All Youth Brigade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harmonia 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Womack record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Divine Comedy,
Althea and Donna,
Smog,
Lebanon Hanover,
Agitation Free,
Boredoms,
Aural Exciters,
Gichy Dan,
Royal Trux,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Human League,
Toni Rubio,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Velvet Underground,
Gastr Del Sol,
Derrick Morgan,
Desert Stars,
Bobby Byrd,
Symarip,
Young Marble Giants,
Negative Approach,
Chris & Cosey,
Freddie Wadling,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lungfish,
Juan Atkins,
Buzzcocks,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Boogie Down Productions,
Howard Jones,
Kool Moe Dee,
David Axelrod,
Piero Umiliani,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Wake,
the Fania All-Stars,
Fugazi,
Agent Orange,
Archie Shepp,
Bill Near,
Gerry Rafferty,
Donny Hathaway,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Golliwogs,
Fear,
John Cale,
The Offenders,
Niagra,
The Gun Club,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Jeff Lynne,
Ken Boothe,
Matthew Halsall,
Monks,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Jeff Mills,
Groovy Waters,
Donald Byrd,
Tubeway Army,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Evens, The Evens, The Evens, The Evens.
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.