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 Gambia 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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 H. Thieme to the dance 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs. All the underground hits.
All Minnie Riperton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maurizio 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swell Maps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Qualms,
Hot Snakes,
Aaron Thompson,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Pylon,
Moss Icon,
Amon Düül II,
Rosa Yemen,
Roxy Music,
Radiohead,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
June Days,
Delon & Dalcan,
Cecil Taylor,
Throbbing Gristle,
Godley & Creme,
Organ,
The Stooges,
Pulsallama,
Oblivians,
Cameo,
John Coltrane,
Zero Boys,
Danielle Patucci,
8 Eyed Spy,
Harmonia,
The Blackbyrds,
Matthew Bourne,
48th St. Collective,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Moody Blues,
Nas,
Warren Ellis,
Terry Callier,
Sister Nancy,
Neil Young,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
La Düsseldorf,
UT,
The American Breed,
Sight & Sound,
Al Stewart,
The Pretty Things,
Aswad,
the Association,
Theoretical Girls,
Eric Copeland,
The Divine Comedy,
Charles Mingus,
The Mojo Men,
Pet Shop Boys,
Marine Girls,
John Lydon,
Rites of Spring,
The Doors,
Rhythm & Sound,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Scott Walker,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles.
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.