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 Cameroon and from Calgary.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Icehouse to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Magazine. All the underground hits.
All Pharoah Sanders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anakelly record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thompson Twins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Raincoats,
The Angels of Light,
Spandau Ballet,
Deakin,
Brick,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
John Coltrane,
the Soft Cell,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Martian,
Boz Scaggs,
Piero Umiliani,
The Red Krayola,
Soft Cell,
The Seeds,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Stockholm Monsters,
the Fania All-Stars,
Clear Light,
Bobby Sherman,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Carl Craig,
Von Mondo,
Josef K,
Aloha Tigers,
Metal Thangz,
Idris Muhammad,
The J.B.'s,
Echospace,
Rhythm & Sound,
Qualms,
Cymande,
Outsiders,
Swans,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Boogie Down Productions,
Kayak,
Suicide,
Urselle,
Ice-T,
Gang Starr,
Barbara Tucker,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Todd Terry,
Joyce Sims,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Funkadelic,
Arcadia,
The Dave Clark Five,
Intrusion,
Crash Course in Science,
Accadde A,
Neu!,
Marshall Jefferson,
R.M.O.,
Reagan Youth,
Massinfluence,
Avey Tare,
Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters.
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.