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 Algeria and from Toronto.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 sitar 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 Scientists to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Supertramp. All the underground hits.
All Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Model 500 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Red Krayola record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Enemy,
Sun City Girls,
Delta 5,
Japan,
The Cramps,
E-Dancer,
Alice Coltrane,
Gang Green,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Trumans Water,
Faust,
The Moody Blues,
Lee Hazlewood,
Harpers Bizarre,
Scion,
The American Breed,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Donald Byrd,
The Fire Engines,
Derrick May,
Swans,
The Litter,
Minutemen,
Ornette Coleman,
Ultra Naté,
The Busters,
The Detroit Cobras,
Audionom,
Wally Richardson,
Ultravox,
The Modern Lovers,
Chris Corsano,
Shoche,
The Move,
Graham Central Station,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Derrick Morgan,
the Slits,
Rekid,
Stiv Bators,
Robert Hood,
Brass Construction,
Skaos,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Johnny Osbourne,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Deakin,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Infiniti,
Inner City,
Glenn Branca,
Mantronix,
Brand Nubian,
Morten Harket,
Slave,
Skarface,
New Age Steppers,
Howard Jones,
Massinfluence,
Radiohead,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson.
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.