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 South Sudan and from Columbus.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Sao Paulo.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the organ 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 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 Henry Cow. All the underground hits.
All Aloha Tigers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eddi Front record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brass Construction record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warren Ellis,
Derrick May,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Crime,
Mantronix,
Dave Gahan,
Faust,
Rufus Thomas,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Supertramp,
Chris Corsano,
Thee Headcoats,
Bill Near,
Piero Umiliani,
Eurythmics,
Scientists,
a-ha,
Deadbeat,
Tropical Tobacco,
Organ,
Easy Going,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Aaron Thompson,
Main Source,
The Neon Judgement,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
the Fania All-Stars,
Dual Sessions,
Technova,
The Cramps,
Lee Hazlewood,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Rosa Yemen,
Andrew Hill,
The Gun Club,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bill Wells,
Magma,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Audionom,
The Pop Group,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Byron Stingily,
Henry Cow,
Index,
Funky Four + One,
Soft Cell,
Guru Guru,
Flash Fearless,
Matthew Halsall,
Donald Byrd,
The United States of America,
Quadrant,
Newcleus,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Alton Ellis,
Tom Boy,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ronan,
The Durutti Column,
Amon Düül II,
These Immortal Souls,
Porter Ricks,
Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps.
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.