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 Korea North and from Taipei.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 guitar 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 Scrapy to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Ultravox. All the underground hits.
All Anthony Braxton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blancmange record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Average White Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drexciya,
Yellowson,
Vladislav Delay,
The Moleskins,
Flamin' Groovies,
Franke,
The J.B.'s,
The Modern Lovers,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Liliput,
The Martian,
Funky Four + One,
Jeff Lynne,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Livin' Joy,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
48th St. Collective,
The Trojans,
Skarface,
Lakeside,
Lyres,
LL Cool J,
Crispian St. Peters,
Outsiders,
Erykah Badu,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Mummies,
the Soft Cell,
The Golliwogs,
Mission of Burma,
New York Dolls,
Trumans Water,
The Buckinghams,
Slick Rick,
Sun City Girls,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Evens,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Crispy Ambulance,
Dorothy Ashby,
Smog,
U.S. Maple,
The Knickerbockers,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Accadde A,
Kenny Larkin,
The Fall,
The Wake,
Robert Görl,
Cal Tjader,
Hot Snakes,
Sonny Sharrock,
Todd Terry,
Das Ding,
The Sonics,
the Normal,
Ohio Players,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Rod Modell,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sixth Finger,
Aural Exciters,
Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu.
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.