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 Qatar 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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 organ 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 The Stooges to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Raincoats. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Velvet Underground 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Major Organ And The Adding Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABBA,
The Residents,
MC5,
Ornette Coleman,
Con Funk Shun,
Sun City Girls,
Das Ding,
Duran Duran,
John Coltrane,
Albert Ayler,
Roxette,
The Stooges,
Gabor Szabo,
Nils Olav,
Inner City,
Negative Approach,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Angry Samoans,
Sex Pistols,
Quantec,
Flipper,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The United States of America,
D'Angelo,
Suburban Knight,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Technova,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bobby Sherman,
Kerri Chandler,
Vainqueur,
Soft Machine,
The Knickerbockers,
This Heat,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Kaleidoscope,
The Slackers,
Boogie Down Productions,
Stereo Dub,
Harry Pussy,
Symarip,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Index,
Freddie Wadling,
Eli Mardock,
Icehouse,
Michelle Simonal,
Subhumans,
The Fugs,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Fortunes,
The Pop Group,
The Star Department,
Radiohead,
Mo-Dettes,
Archie Shepp,
Todd Terry,
The Skatalites,
The Happenings,
Sarah Menescal,
Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox.
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.