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 Kenya and from Shanghai.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Golliwogs to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Simply Red. All the underground hits.
All Byron Stingily tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Offenders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kenny Larkin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Clarke,
Graham Central Station,
Ornette Coleman,
Tomorrow,
The Index,
Bad Manners,
The Raincoats,
Mandrill,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Echospace,
MDC,
The Move,
Rod Modell,
Unrelated Segments,
Minutemen,
Jacques Brel,
Barbara Tucker,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Boredoms,
A Certain Ratio,
The Slackers,
Matthew Halsall,
Marvin Gaye,
Scan 7,
Brothers Johnson,
Gabor Szabo,
Maurizio,
Silicon Teens,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Main Source,
Porter Ricks,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Isaac Hayes,
Black Sheep,
Make Up,
Steve Hackett,
John Coltrane,
Todd Terry,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Monochrome Set,
Lower 48,
Masters at Work,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Monolake,
D'Angelo,
Faust,
The Electric Prunes,
David Bowie,
Grauzone,
Lungfish,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Brick,
Television,
Alton Ellis,
Lakeside,
Nico,
Technova,
Joensuu 1685,
Prince Buster,
Radio Birdman,
Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet.
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.