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 Nigeria and from Manchester.
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 Lyon and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 mellotron 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 Mr. Review to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Siouxsie and the Banshees. All the underground hits.
All Yusef Lateef tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flipper 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Knickerbockers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron 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?
The Seeds,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
48th St. Collective,
Avey Tare,
U.S. Maple,
Sonny Sharrock,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Mad Mike,
Al Stewart,
Henry Cow,
Aaron Thompson,
Eric Dolphy,
Lucky Dragons,
Terrestrial Tones,
Joyce Sims,
Cameo,
World's Most,
Cal Tjader,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Excepter,
The Cure,
Ralphi Rosario,
Wire,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ultra Naté,
Buzzcocks,
Dark Day,
Groovy Waters,
Archie Shepp,
Aswad,
DJ Sneak,
Shoche,
Piero Umiliani,
Donny Hathaway,
Shuggie Otis,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Kas Product,
Angry Samoans,
Mantronix,
Soul II Soul,
Newcleus,
Anakelly,
Minor Threat,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Liliput,
The Black Dice,
The Litter,
Loose Ends,
Heaven 17,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Angels of Light,
kango's stein massive,
Yellowson,
Visage,
Joe Smooth,
Ice-T,
KRS-One,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band.
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.