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 Israel and from Madrid.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Babytalk to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Ronnie Foster. All the underground hits.
All The Associates tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Associates record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Leaves record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Camouflage,
Peter & Gordon,
Echospace,
Soul Sonic Force,
Brass Construction,
Joy Division,
Juan Atkins,
Goldenarms,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Flash Fearless,
Moss Icon,
Nik Kershaw,
Eddi Front,
Suburban Knight,
Iggy Pop,
Henry Cow,
Jeff Mills,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Jawbox,
Can,
The Blackbyrds,
Mad Mike,
Y Pants,
OOIOO,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Grass Roots,
MDC,
Wally Richardson,
Ronnie Foster,
the Bar-Kays,
The Star Department,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lyres,
Cabaret Voltaire,
La Düsseldorf,
Hasil Adkins,
Mars,
Alton Ellis,
Minor Threat,
Althea and Donna,
Visage,
Glenn Branca,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Residents,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gichy Dan,
Electric Light Orchestra,
D'Angelo,
Ultravox,
The Leaves,
Simply Red,
Heaven 17,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
X-101,
The Monks,
Chris & Cosey,
Rod Modell,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Busters,
Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson.
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.