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 Spain and from Seoul.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Sun City Girls to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Thee Headcoats. All the underground hits.
All The Fortunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shuggie Otis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Intrusion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fugs,
The J.B.'s,
Swell Maps,
Colin Newman,
June Days,
Mantronix,
Kurtis Blow,
Terry Callier,
Wolf Eyes,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Alarm Clocks,
Mars,
Derrick May,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sun Ra,
Pierre Henry,
Quando Quango,
The Sound,
Jacques Brel,
Vladislav Delay,
Isaac Hayes,
Marc Almond,
Alison Limerick,
David Axelrod,
The Real Kids,
Franke,
Parry Music,
Clear Light,
Fatback Band,
Tubeway Army,
The Victims,
Interpol,
Nas,
Tropical Tobacco,
Eden Ahbez,
Arthur Verocai,
ABBA,
June of 44,
Angry Samoans,
Popol Vuh,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ultravox,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Curtis Mayfield,
Flash Fearless,
Make Up,
Vainqueur,
Infiniti,
Hasil Adkins,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Black Moon,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Chris Corsano,
Nico,
Eric Dolphy,
Severed Heads,
Eddi Front,
The Invisible,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ultra Naté,
Trumans Water,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth.
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.