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 Cuba and from Sao Paulo.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Bill Near to the jazz 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 Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Robert Hood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Birthday Party record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lizzy Mercier Descloux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Infiniti,
The Blues Magoos,
Jacques Brel,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Robert Görl,
Morten Harket,
Gerry Rafferty,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Terrestrial Tones,
Monks,
The Doors,
The Young Rascals,
The Techniques,
Fat Boys,
Joyce Sims,
Wire,
Hashim,
Adolescents,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Wake,
The Five Americans,
Organ,
Icehouse,
Absolute Body Control,
The Zeros,
Desert Stars,
Agent Orange,
Steve Hackett,
Jeru the Damaja,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Minor Threat,
Cecil Taylor,
Stiv Bators,
Moss Icon,
Crispian St. Peters,
Soul II Soul,
Eurythmics,
Mars,
Dorothy Ashby,
MDC,
Zapp,
JFA,
Peter and Kerry,
Hasil Adkins,
Derrick May,
Howard Jones,
Johnny Osbourne,
Clear Light,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Godley & Creme,
Ohio Players,
Michelle Simonal,
The Fugs,
Supertramp,
Suburban Knight,
Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt.
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.