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 Jordan 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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Audionom to the punk 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 Guru Guru. All the underground hits.
All The Fugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Star Department record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tom Boy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare 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?
Black Sheep,
Juan Atkins,
Blancmange,
T. Rex,
Pagans,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Franke,
Bootsy Collins,
Tears for Fears,
Marine Girls,
Maleditus Sound,
Q65,
Grandmaster Flash,
Shoche,
The Five Americans,
June of 44,
David Axelrod,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Idris Muhammad,
Niagra,
Soft Cell,
Ralphi Rosario,
New Age Steppers,
Dawn Penn,
Heaven 17,
Average White Band,
The Skatalites,
Kas Product,
Lou Christie,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Malaria!,
The Black Dice,
Angry Samoans,
Wings,
These Immortal Souls,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
John Foxx,
Cluster,
Jeru the Damaja,
Matthew Halsall,
Supertramp,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Names,
Ultra Naté,
Quantec,
The Fortunes,
Lyres,
Sexual Harrassment,
Josef K,
Zero Boys,
Mandrill,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Essential Logic,
The Mojo Men,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bush Tetras,
Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis.
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.