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 Niger and from Tehran.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 linndrum 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 Scrapy to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 John Holt. All the underground hits.
All New Age Steppers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nils Olav 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Supertramp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barrington Levy,
Amon Düül II,
Terry Callier,
Stetsasonic,
Urselle,
Mandrill,
Gong,
Cybotron,
Charles Mingus,
In Retrospect,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sparks,
Sandy B,
Marc Almond,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Skatalites,
Circle Jerks,
JFA,
Maurizio,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Angels of Light,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Black Flag,
Hoover,
DNA,
Ice-T,
Gang Gang Dance,
Section 25,
Fat Boys,
Hashim,
Marcia Griffiths,
10cc,
Barbara Tucker,
Lindisfarne,
Man Parrish,
Bang On A Can,
Jeff Lynne,
Amazonics,
Soul Sonic Force,
Accadde A,
Half Japanese,
Clear Light,
EPMD,
Leonard Cohen,
Bobby Byrd,
The Wake,
Jacques Brel,
Rites of Spring,
Nirvana,
Make Up,
The Gun Club,
Flamin' Groovies,
Eric B and Rakim,
Robert Görl,
Pet Shop Boys,
Cluster,
Mo-Dettes,
Reuben Wilson,
Gil Scott Heron,
Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken.
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.