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 Slovenia and from Stockholm.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 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 John Holt to the rock 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))). All the underground hits.
All Ultra Naté tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Certain Ratio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Au Pairs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Black Dice,
Robert Hood,
Amon Düül,
Pantytec,
ABBA,
Bobby Byrd,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Anakelly,
Maleditus Sound,
Tomorrow,
The Knickerbockers,
The Dave Clark Five,
EPMD,
The Fugs,
The Star Department,
The Electric Prunes,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Red Krayola,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Associates,
Motorama,
Nirvana,
Public Enemy,
The Moleskins,
Joy Division,
JFA,
The Selecter,
Adolescents,
Andrew Hill,
Goldenarms,
Au Pairs,
Cameo,
Charles Mingus,
Rosa Yemen,
Bobby Womack,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sällskapet,
Qualms,
The Gap Band,
Cecil Taylor,
Deepchord,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Siglo XX,
Absolute Body Control,
Second Layer,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Alton Ellis,
Aaron Thompson,
the Sonics,
Soft Cell,
James White and The Blacks,
Davy DMX,
Kaleidoscope,
Deadbeat,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Yellowson,
Index,
Schoolly D,
Porter Ricks,
Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma.
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.