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 Uzbekistan and from Beijing.
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 Beijing and Accra.
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 spring reverb 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 Adolescents to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Toasters. All the underground hits.
All K-Klass tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Age Steppers 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Bar-Kays record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Green,
Cheater Slicks,
Harry Pussy,
John Holt,
Sex Pistols,
Amazonics,
Hashim,
Dennis Brown,
Pussy Galore,
Anthony Braxton,
X-101,
The Sound,
Heaven 17,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Alphaville,
New Order,
Henry Cow,
Isaac Hayes,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Quadrant,
Kayak,
Pantytec,
Glambeats Corp.,
Audionom,
T. Rex,
Wire,
Neil Young,
The Misunderstood,
Roger Hodgson,
The Slackers,
The Fuzztones,
World's Most,
Nirvana,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Cecil Taylor,
Zapp,
Urselle,
Ponytail,
Organ,
Pole,
Mantronix,
Letta Mbulu,
Second Layer,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Residents,
Black Sheep,
The Raincoats,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Mummies,
Lou Christie,
The Victims,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Porter Ricks,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ronan,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Surgeon,
Bauhaus,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra.
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.