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 Netherlands and from Cairo.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Crooked Eye to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Fatback Band. All the underground hits.
All Malaria! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Human League record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Toasters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gladiators,
Kurtis Blow,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Parry Music,
John Lydon,
Franke,
Jeru the Damaja,
Soulsonic Force,
Main Source,
Todd Terry,
Intrusion,
Sonic Youth,
Moebius,
T.S.O.L.,
Ponytail,
Absolute Body Control,
Yaz,
the Association,
The Red Krayola,
The Young Rascals,
Chris & Cosey,
Rotary Connection,
Archie Shepp,
Underground Resistance,
The Electric Prunes,
Royal Trux,
Supertramp,
Yellowson,
The Beau Brummels,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Joey Negro,
Thompson Twins,
Fluxion,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Raincoats,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
U.S. Maple,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Silicon Teens,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Sound,
New York Dolls,
kango's stein massive,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Dave Clark Five,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Echospace,
Tomorrow,
Traffic Nightmare,
Theoretical Girls,
Dawn Penn,
Deakin,
Kaleidoscope,
Con Funk Shun,
Crime,
Susan Cadogan,
The Happenings,
The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes.
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.