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 Finland and from Delhi.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 arpeggiator 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 Bad Manners to the grime 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 Leonard Cohen. All the underground hits.
All The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 10cc record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camouflage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DNA,
Eli Mardock,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Skarface,
The Grass Roots,
Loose Ends,
Amazonics,
Wolf Eyes,
Stereo Dub,
Second Layer,
Scott Walker,
Grey Daturas,
Gregory Isaacs,
David Bowie,
Niagra,
Yellowson,
Tommy Roe,
Stetsasonic,
Grauzone,
48th St. Collective,
Urselle,
Delta 5,
Black Bananas,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ultravox,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bill Wells,
The Human League,
Alison Limerick,
Gang of Four,
Steve Hackett,
Shoche,
Bob Dylan,
Nirvana,
Rakim,
Arcadia,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
June Days,
David Axelrod,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ice-T,
The Residents,
Sandy B,
Barbara Tucker,
Kool Moe Dee,
Hasil Adkins,
Gabor Szabo,
Anakelly,
Spandau Ballet,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Babytalk,
H. Thieme,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Icehouse,
Letta Mbulu,
Agitation Free,
Ossler,
Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims.
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.