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 Panama and from Seoul.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Lille.
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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 X-102 to the funk 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 Duran Duran. All the underground hits.
All Neu! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Leaves record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Angels of Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lakeside,
Aural Exciters,
Bang On A Can,
Parry Music,
Blake Baxter,
UT,
Derrick Morgan,
Sun City Girls,
Terry Callier,
The Index,
Danielle Patucci,
Mars,
Magma,
Yusef Lateef,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Joyce Sims,
the Normal,
Spandau Ballet,
The Happenings,
Television,
Joy Division,
Jimmy McGriff,
L. Decosne,
Hot Snakes,
Silicon Teens,
Maleditus Sound,
Symarip,
Pierre Henry,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
T. Rex,
Fluxion,
Underground Resistance,
The Sonics,
The Kinks,
Barry Ungar,
Mission of Burma,
Quando Quango,
Blancmange,
T.S.O.L.,
Country Teasers,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Kurtis Blow,
John Coltrane,
Bill Near,
Sparks,
Saccharine Trust,
The Moleskins,
Letta Mbulu,
Gong,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Five Americans,
Lyres,
The Mojo Men,
Buzzcocks,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Grandmaster Flash,
Massinfluence,
Eric Copeland,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy.
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.