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 Ivory Coast and from Bremen.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 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 Mark Hollis to the dance 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 The Five Americans. All the underground hits.
All Moss Icon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Khruangbin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Trumans Water record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Machine,
Gregory Isaacs,
Minnie Riperton,
Stiv Bators,
Los Fastidios,
The Divine Comedy,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Neu!,
Graham Central Station,
Eli Mardock,
The Sound,
Marmalade,
Sarah Menescal,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lou Reed,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Camberwell Now,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Q65,
Dark Day,
Scion,
Qualms,
Aaron Thompson,
Agent Orange,
the Association,
Black Moon,
Sound Behaviour,
Toni Rubio,
Wally Richardson,
The Real Kids,
Flash Fearless,
Ronan,
B.T. Express,
Crash Course in Science,
Al Stewart,
Sister Nancy,
Ossler,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Andrew Hill,
Pierre Henry,
Marine Girls,
Lee Hazlewood,
Wasted Youth,
Alphaville,
Sällskapet,
Alison Limerick,
MDC,
James White and The Blacks,
Brand Nubian,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Second Layer,
Visage,
Avey Tare,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Walker Brothers,
One Last Wish,
Section 25, Section 25, Section 25, Section 25.
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.