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 Kazakhstan and from Manila.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Halifax.
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 güiro 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 The Pop Group to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Tres Demented tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unwound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lizzy Mercier Descloux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
U.S. Maple,
Ultravox,
Laurel Aitken,
The Saints,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lou Christie,
Kool Moe Dee,
Roy Ayers,
The Cramps,
June of 44,
Colin Newman,
Lakeside,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Essential Logic,
8 Eyed Spy,
Soulsonic Force,
Nas,
Bill Wells,
Thompson Twins,
Althea and Donna,
The Motions,
Donny Hathaway,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Robert Hood,
Ken Boothe,
Kayak,
Matthew Halsall,
Echospace,
The Seeds,
Index,
Brand Nubian,
Country Teasers,
Faraquet,
Peter and Kerry,
Albert Ayler,
OOIOO,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Franke,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Misunderstood,
World's Most,
The Doobie Brothers,
Glambeats Corp.,
the Human League,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Blues Magoos,
Jeff Lynne,
Andrew Hill,
Ponytail,
Peter & Gordon,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lalo Schifrin,
Terry Callier,
La Düsseldorf,
Man Parrish,
Sun City Girls,
The Golliwogs,
Maurizio,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks.
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.