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 Taiwan and from Toronto.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Echospace to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Bobby Womack. All the underground hits.
All Howard Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eden Ahbez 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Underground Resistance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lebanon Hanover,
The Five Americans,
Bronski Beat,
Archie Shepp,
Swans,
Bob Dylan,
John Cale,
Y Pants,
The Mummies,
Ohio Players,
MC5,
Faraquet,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Electric Prunes,
Warren Ellis,
Grandmaster Flash,
John Lydon,
David Bowie,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Monolake,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Arab on Radar,
Scrapy,
Desert Stars,
Black Sheep,
Bill Near,
Avey Tare,
Half Japanese,
The Wake,
Erykah Badu,
Maurizio,
Marshall Jefferson,
Hardrive,
Thompson Twins,
Talk Talk,
The Barracudas,
Mandrill,
Sun Ra,
Sandy B,
Crash Course in Science,
Erasure,
Black Bananas,
Average White Band,
10cc,
Gastr Del Sol,
Urselle,
Moby Grape,
Monks,
Jeru the Damaja,
John Coltrane,
KRS-One,
The Raincoats,
Piero Umiliani,
Deepchord,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Rod Modell,
Amon Düül,
Con Funk Shun,
Marcia Griffiths,
Camberwell Now,
Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron.
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.