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 Iraq and from Tokyo.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 linndrum 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 Babytalk to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Soulsonic Force. All the underground hits.
All The Doors tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amazonics 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young & Crazy Horse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tubeway Army,
Rod Modell,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Electric Prunes,
The Misunderstood,
Youth Brigade,
Warren Ellis,
Sun Ra,
Hasil Adkins,
Chrome,
The Searchers,
Crash Course in Science,
Audionom,
The Skatalites,
Gang of Four,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Moby Grape,
Subhumans,
JFA,
Fluxion,
Juan Atkins,
Boz Scaggs,
The Trojans,
Au Pairs,
T.S.O.L.,
Patti Smith,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Charles Mingus,
ABBA,
Stockholm Monsters,
Unrelated Segments,
The Monks,
The Gun Club,
The Fall,
Gichy Dan,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Alarm Clocks,
Pierre Henry,
Sonic Youth,
Gastr Del Sol,
Kayak,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Iggy Pop,
Duran Duran,
Swell Maps,
Pussy Galore,
Ronnie Foster,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Quadrant,
The Selecter,
Suburban Knight,
DJ Sneak,
Kerri Chandler,
OOIOO,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Moebius,
Angry Samoans,
Matthew Halsall,
Black Bananas,
These Immortal Souls,
Rakim,
Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound.
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.