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 Tajikistan and from Lyon.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 guitar 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 Technova to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Shadows of Knight. All the underground hits.
All the Fania All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lafayette Afro Rock Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Offenders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Lynne,
Buzzcocks,
the Sonics,
The Gladiators,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Rod Modell,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Nick Fraelich,
Curtis Mayfield,
Moebius,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
X-102,
Soul II Soul,
Junior Murvin,
Kerrie Biddell,
Royal Trux,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Amon Düül,
JFA,
Warsaw,
Ohio Players,
Alice Coltrane,
Radio Birdman,
Ralphi Rosario,
Dennis Brown,
Electric Prunes,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Banda Bassotti,
Radiohead,
New Order,
FM Einheit,
Spandau Ballet,
Clear Light,
Black Sheep,
Jacques Brel,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Desert Stars,
The Walker Brothers,
Thompson Twins,
Danielle Patucci,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
the Soft Cell,
Crispy Ambulance,
10cc,
Don Cherry,
Pylon,
E-Dancer,
Altered Images,
The Searchers,
Echospace,
Zapp,
The Vogues,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Gun Club,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Throbbing Gristle,
Eric Copeland,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Archie Shepp,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk.
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.