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 Macedonia and from Mexico City.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Adolescents to the punk 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 The Toasters. All the underground hits.
All Sound Behaviour tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Star Department 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Main Source record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funky Four + One,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Neon Judgement,
Wire,
Kerri Chandler,
Arcadia,
Boz Scaggs,
Sight & Sound,
The Skatalites,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Jerry's Kids,
Clear Light,
Trumans Water,
The Detroit Cobras,
Whodini,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Boredoms,
Reuben Wilson,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sun City Girls,
Laurel Aitken,
Deepchord,
the Normal,
Soft Machine,
Barbara Tucker,
Fluxion,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Pharoah Sanders,
Parry Music,
Alison Limerick,
Japan,
Rites of Spring,
The Invisible,
Loose Ends,
Throbbing Gristle,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Evens,
Deakin,
Bizarre Inc.,
Stiv Bators,
Intrusion,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Skarface,
B.T. Express,
Derrick May,
Grauzone,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Morten Harket,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Knickerbockers,
Thompson Twins,
Malaria!,
Warren Ellis,
Pere Ubu,
A Certain Ratio,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Section 25,
Unrelated Segments,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Aloha Tigers,
Bauhaus,
The Fugs,
Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood.
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.