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 Pakistan and from Copenhagen.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 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 Kango’s Stein Massive to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Minny Pops. All the underground hits.
All Brass Construction tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erasure record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glenn Branca record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aloha Tigers,
Jacob Miller,
New Age Steppers,
Q65,
Banda Bassotti,
Kerri Chandler,
Echospace,
Crash Course in Science,
Radio Birdman,
Arcadia,
Gerry Rafferty,
Parry Music,
Minnie Riperton,
Spoonie Gee,
Loose Ends,
Minor Threat,
Andrew Hill,
Funky Four + One,
Harry Pussy,
the Association,
Alice Coltrane,
Soft Cell,
Ludus,
Zapp,
John Holt,
The Detroit Cobras,
Amon Düül II,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Brothers Johnson,
Section 25,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lakeside,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Standells,
Agitation Free,
Newcleus,
Liliput,
Bronski Beat,
The Slits,
Procol Harum,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Scan 7,
Todd Terry,
Niagra,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Public Enemy,
Ken Boothe,
Popol Vuh,
48th St. Collective,
China Crisis,
Stiv Bators,
Sonic Youth,
Connie Case,
Eli Mardock,
Joensuu 1685,
Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon.
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.