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 Cuba 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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 marimba 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band to the dance 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo. All the underground hits.
All The Misunderstood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Green 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Young Marble Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Audionom,
Erykah Badu,
Pulsallama,
Adolescents,
Mantronix,
John Holt,
The Walker Brothers,
Supertramp,
Dead Boys,
Prince Buster,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Busters,
The Wake,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Patti Smith,
Little Man,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Roy Ayers,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Pantaleimon,
Faust,
Todd Terry,
Von Mondo,
Radio Birdman,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Tres Demented,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Kaleidoscope,
The Pop Group,
Jandek,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bobby Byrd,
Lindisfarne,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sonny Sharrock,
Eric Dolphy,
Flipper,
The Trojans,
New Order,
Royal Trux,
Peter and Kerry,
PIL,
Kayak,
Wolf Eyes,
Absolute Body Control,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Tubeway Army,
The Durutti Column,
Derrick May,
the Swans,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Arab on Radar,
ABBA,
Connie Case,
Soul II Soul,
The Gap Band,
the Germs,
Sam Rivers,
Radiohead,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground.
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.