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 Indonesia and from Edmonton.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Todd Terry to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 John Foxx. All the underground hits.
All Hoover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rod Modell 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Byron Stingily record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Albert Ayler,
48th St. Collective,
Dawn Penn,
Visage,
Soft Cell,
Au Pairs,
the Slits,
Section 25,
The Five Americans,
The Seeds,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bill Near,
Model 500,
The Evens,
Patti Smith,
Fat Boys,
Barrington Levy,
Nils Olav,
Dennis Brown,
R.M.O.,
LL Cool J,
The American Breed,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Newcleus,
DJ Style,
David Axelrod,
Television,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Dirtbombs,
Yazoo,
Desert Stars,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Grass Roots,
Shuggie Otis,
Pagans,
Quando Quango,
10cc,
Alison Limerick,
Michelle Simonal,
Crime,
The Count Five,
Gil Scott Heron,
Amon Düül,
Theoretical Girls,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Massinfluence,
Joensuu 1685,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Walker Brothers,
The Smiths,
Index,
Sonic Youth,
World's Most,
Tomorrow,
Harry Pussy,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Morten Harket,
The Motions,
Basic Channel,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds.
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.