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 Turkey and from Woodstock.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Michael McDonald 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 Electric Prunes to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu. All the underground hits.
All Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James Chance & The Contortions 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joensuu 1685 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Teasers,
the Germs,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lucky Dragons,
Matthew Halsall,
Chrome,
Gerry Rafferty,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Funky Four + One,
Arcadia,
Eddi Front,
Gabor Szabo,
Cheater Slicks,
Joe Smooth,
Moby Grape,
Mr. Review,
Guru Guru,
Morten Harket,
Neu!,
The Birthday Party,
Skarface,
X-Ray Spex,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
8 Eyed Spy,
The New Christs,
Reuben Wilson,
Anakelly,
The Standells,
Tears for Fears,
The Star Department,
The Human League,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Alison Limerick,
Amazonics,
The Gap Band,
Newcleus,
Agent Orange,
World's Most,
Agitation Free,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Chris & Cosey,
Curtis Mayfield,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Matthew Bourne,
48th St. Collective,
The Pop Group,
Marc Almond,
The Shadows of Knight,
Rakim,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Mad Mike,
Eli Mardock,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Symarip,
Leonard Cohen,
The Electric Prunes,
Supertramp,
Yaz,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
LL Cool J,
Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry.
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.