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 Guatemala 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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Bobby Hutcherson. All the underground hits.
All the Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terry Callier record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cameo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Swans,
Harry Pussy,
the Germs,
Country Teasers,
Graham Central Station,
Scratch Acid,
Metal Thangz,
The Young Rascals,
Livin' Joy,
Negative Approach,
F. McDonald,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Gabor Szabo,
The Sonics,
Crooked Eye,
The Fugs,
Terry Callier,
Cluster,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Supertramp,
Joyce Sims,
Anakelly,
Bobby Sherman,
Yellowson,
Joe Smooth,
The Wake,
Talk Talk,
Von Mondo,
Black Sheep,
Nick Fraelich,
Crime,
New York Dolls,
Mary Jane Girls,
Buzzcocks,
Shoche,
The Pop Group,
Tim Buckley,
X-Ray Spex,
Lindisfarne,
Skarface,
Vainqueur,
The Gap Band,
Hashim,
Japan,
Deadbeat,
Kas Product,
The Raincoats,
Sugar Minott,
Althea and Donna,
Con Funk Shun,
Fear,
A Certain Ratio,
ABC,
The Black Dice,
Bauhaus,
The Grass Roots,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Stooges,
Harmonia,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Kayak,
Audionom, Audionom, Audionom, Audionom.
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.