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 Honduras and from Philadelphia.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 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 Procol Harum to the rap 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 Bill Wells. All the underground hits.
All Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Adolescents record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drive Like Jehu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Cure,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Scientists,
Animal Collective,
Sixth Finger,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Pantytec,
Rekid,
Todd Rundgren,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lou Reed,
Harry Pussy,
Chrome,
Easy Going,
The Offenders,
Malaria!,
Neil Young,
Sight & Sound,
Brick,
Rhythm & Sound,
Jawbox,
Archie Shepp,
Freddie Wadling,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Crooked Eye,
The Tremeloes,
Minnie Riperton,
Loose Ends,
Lightning Bolt,
Michelle Simonal,
Nik Kershaw,
Lalann,
Mark Hollis,
The Star Department,
Boredoms,
Don Cherry,
Cluster,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Dave Clark Five,
Youth Brigade,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Fortunes,
Pussy Galore,
Yaz,
Marine Girls,
Brand Nubian,
Ohio Players,
Brothers Johnson,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ronnie Foster,
Trumans Water,
L. Decosne,
Fad Gadget,
Aural Exciters,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas.
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.