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 Russia and from Seoul.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Aural Exciters to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Blues Magoos. All the underground hits.
All Yaz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fad Gadget 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arcadia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Copeland,
Lyres,
Barclay James Harvest,
B.T. Express,
Malaria!,
Model 500,
Sugar Minott,
Rufus Thomas,
The Star Department,
Stereo Dub,
The Last Poets,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Glambeats Corp.,
A Certain Ratio,
Ultravox,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Mark Hollis,
The Motions,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Alison Limerick,
Neu!,
K-Klass,
Television,
Popol Vuh,
The Dirtbombs,
Yellowson,
Zero Boys,
Kayak,
Sam Rivers,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Scrapy,
Wasted Youth,
Soulsonic Force,
Infiniti,
Amon Düül,
The Residents,
The Pretty Things,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Cowsills,
The Kinks,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Buckinghams,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Yaz,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Prince Buster,
Buzzcocks,
Warren Ellis,
Trumans Water,
Unrelated Segments,
Cal Tjader,
Lebanon Hanover,
Kurtis Blow,
The Dead C,
Tubeway Army,
Patti Smith,
Icehouse,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Freddie Wadling,
Aloha Tigers,
The Stooges,
Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan.
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.