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 Belgium and from Glasgow.
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 Milan and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 This Heat to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Cameo. All the underground hits.
All Morten Harket tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cabaret Voltaire 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crash Course in Science record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barbara Tucker,
Au Pairs,
The Seeds,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Marmalade,
The Electric Prunes,
The Red Krayola,
Quadrant,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Whodini,
Amon Düül,
Half Japanese,
Fela Kuti,
Electric Prunes,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Television,
Joe Finger,
Eve St. Jones,
Yaz,
Joe Smooth,
Stetsasonic,
Schoolly D,
Rufus Thomas,
Magma,
The Walker Brothers,
Scott Walker,
The Standells,
B.T. Express,
Dual Sessions,
Patti Smith,
Colin Newman,
Kas Product,
World's Most,
Camberwell Now,
Public Enemy,
The Wake,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bang On A Can,
The Blues Magoos,
The Pop Group,
David Axelrod,
Can,
Harmonia,
Amazonics,
The Dave Clark Five,
Radio Birdman,
Jandek,
Lebanon Hanover,
Iggy Pop,
The Barracudas,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Anakelly,
Monolake,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Frankie Knuckles,
Connie Case,
Easy Going,
Pylon,
Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry.
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.