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 Turkey and from Jakarta.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 marimba 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 PIL to the electroclash 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 The Pretty Things. All the underground hits.
All Organ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Residents 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick Morgan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nas,
Juan Atkins,
Urselle,
Dennis Brown,
Faraquet,
Chris Corsano,
New Order,
The Neon Judgement,
The Standells,
The Dave Clark Five,
Au Pairs,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Agent Orange,
Yazoo,
China Crisis,
DNA,
Pole,
Nick Fraelich,
Qualms,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Soul II Soul,
Lalann,
Essential Logic,
Neil Young,
Los Fastidios,
This Heat,
New Age Steppers,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Anakelly,
Bobby Sherman,
Swell Maps,
The Birthday Party,
Laurel Aitken,
Duran Duran,
Carl Craig,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Kerri Chandler,
Sonny Sharrock,
Joensuu 1685,
Bauhaus,
The Music Machine,
Skriet,
Skaos,
Jerry's Kids,
Kool Moe Dee,
X-102,
Quantec,
Fugazi,
Mandrill,
Dual Sessions,
Mars,
Alice Coltrane,
Arab on Radar,
Michelle Simonal,
Brand Nubian,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Index,
Howard Jones,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Gang Green,
Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp.
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.