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 Gabon and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 AZ to the dance 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 Soft Machine. All the underground hits.
All Soft Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Laurel Aitken record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crispy Ambulance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monks,
Youth Brigade,
48th St. Collective,
Simply Red,
The Techniques,
Arthur Verocai,
Marcia Griffiths,
Yaz,
Ralphi Rosario,
Visage,
Oneida,
Maurizio,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Can,
Lightning Bolt,
Neu!,
Rapeman,
Al Stewart,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Gang Green,
The Detroit Cobras,
John Coltrane,
Desert Stars,
Soul Sonic Force,
CMW,
Hasil Adkins,
Chris Corsano,
Make Up,
Smog,
The Fortunes,
Pole,
Roxy Music,
The Litter,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Grass Roots,
The Saints,
Patti Smith,
Tres Demented,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Stiv Bators,
Jacob Miller,
Masters at Work,
Quadrant,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Mo-Dettes,
Shoche,
Swell Maps,
This Heat,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sam Rivers,
DNA,
The Seeds,
DJ Sneak,
China Crisis,
X-101,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Shuggie Otis,
Pierre Henry,
Massinfluence,
The Misunderstood,
Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon.
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.