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 Rwanda and from Calgary.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 David Bowie 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 Sound to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Busters. All the underground hits.
All Khruangbin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Clear Light 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fifty Foot Hose record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Image Ltd.,
Faraquet,
Rosa Yemen,
Black Pus,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bluetip,
Ultimate Spinach,
Todd Rundgren,
Mary Jane Girls,
Qualms,
Bill Wells,
The Star Department,
The Index,
The Skatalites,
One Last Wish,
The Buckinghams,
Bob Dylan,
Agitation Free,
Warren Ellis,
F. McDonald,
Joyce Sims,
Leonard Cohen,
JFA,
Animal Collective,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Severed Heads,
The Young Rascals,
Talk Talk,
Harpers Bizarre,
Jeff Mills,
Little Man,
Marc Almond,
The Smiths,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Harmonia,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Cameo,
The Remains,
Basic Channel,
Toni Rubio,
PIL,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
John Holt,
Popol Vuh,
Sound Behaviour,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Pop Group,
Nirvana,
Robert Wyatt,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Moody Blues,
Ken Boothe,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Neil Young,
Black Sheep,
Darondo,
Skarface,
Mission of Burma,
Newcleus,
The Electric Prunes,
Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith.
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.