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 Samoa and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish 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 Gregory Isaacs. All the underground hits.
All Lungfish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Axelrod record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gerry Rafferty record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wally Richardson,
Agent Orange,
Arab on Radar,
This Heat,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bizarre Inc.,
Kaleidoscope,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Surgeon,
Panda Bear,
Metal Thangz,
Roy Ayers,
Funky Four + One,
Delta 5,
The Slackers,
Ronan,
Agitation Free,
Lebanon Hanover,
Quantec,
Graham Central Station,
Joyce Sims,
The Victims,
The United States of America,
Joe Smooth,
Barbara Tucker,
Theoretical Girls,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bang On A Can,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sixth Finger,
Crash Course in Science,
Banda Bassotti,
ABBA,
Nik Kershaw,
Charles Mingus,
Soul Sonic Force,
Thompson Twins,
Bill Wells,
H. Thieme,
the Human League,
Piero Umiliani,
X-Ray Spex,
Rekid,
Desert Stars,
Minny Pops,
Erasure,
10cc,
Depeche Mode,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Jawbox,
Funkadelic,
Easy Going,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Q and Not U,
Reagan Youth,
The Buckinghams,
Danielle Patucci,
Oneida,
Mo-Dettes,
Soft Cell,
the Association,
Trumans Water,
The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies.
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.