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 Paraguay and from Halifax.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Glasgow.
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 synthesizer 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 Eddi Front to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Index. All the underground hits.
All the Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Michelle Simonal 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 a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra,
Deepchord,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Todd Terry,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Matthew Bourne,
Rakim,
Motorama,
Andrew Hill,
Magma,
L. Decosne,
Groovy Waters,
Popol Vuh,
Outsiders,
Marvin Gaye,
The Motions,
The Velvet Underground,
The Happenings,
Dave Gahan,
Sound Behaviour,
Juan Atkins,
Reagan Youth,
Altered Images,
Sex Pistols,
T.S.O.L.,
Ossler,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
CMW,
The Golliwogs,
Laurel Aitken,
Agent Orange,
The Gladiators,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Tres Demented,
The Doors,
Arab on Radar,
Sight & Sound,
The Moleskins,
Thee Headcoats,
Godley & Creme,
Joe Smooth,
Don Cherry,
The Barracudas,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Searchers,
Peter and Kerry,
Alison Limerick,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
the Human League,
The Seeds,
The Martian,
New Order,
48th St. Collective,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Idris Muhammad,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Buckinghams,
Chrome,
Delta 5,
The Sound,
Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson.
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.