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 Kiribati 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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 the Human League to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 CMW. All the underground hits.
All Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Count Five 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 an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Evens record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maleditus Sound,
L. Decosne,
The Stooges,
Camberwell Now,
Sonny Sharrock,
Das Ding,
The Move,
Moby Grape,
Boz Scaggs,
Lee Hazlewood,
Rites of Spring,
The Remains,
Aural Exciters,
Scion,
Spandau Ballet,
U.S. Maple,
Excepter,
Livin' Joy,
The Beau Brummels,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Don Cherry,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Easy Going,
Accadde A,
Marcia Griffiths,
UT,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Roxy Music,
Spoonie Gee,
Joe Smooth,
Rosa Yemen,
The Victims,
The United States of America,
The Litter,
The Zeros,
Hashim,
Au Pairs,
Y Pants,
T. Rex,
The Shadows of Knight,
X-Ray Spex,
Fatback Band,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Fluxion,
Subhumans,
Albert Ayler,
the Association,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Skriet,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Talk Talk,
Hardrive,
Erykah Badu,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Mantronix,
Jeff Lynne,
Essential Logic,
Heaven 17,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Skarface,
Laurel Aitken,
Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim.
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.