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 Swaziland and from Winnipeg.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Roxy Music to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Radio Birdman. All the underground hits.
All Funky Four + One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boogie Down Productions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wolf Eyes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fire Engines,
Zero Boys,
Liliput,
Livin' Joy,
Jandek,
Television,
the Normal,
David Axelrod,
The Star Department,
Slave,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Skaos,
Technova,
Ronan,
Carl Craig,
The Raincoats,
The Monochrome Set,
John Lydon,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bush Tetras,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Vladislav Delay,
Ken Boothe,
Grey Daturas,
The Martian,
Minnie Riperton,
The Knickerbockers,
Henry Cow,
Icehouse,
Gichy Dan,
Althea and Donna,
John Cale,
Traffic Nightmare,
Severed Heads,
Cymande,
Yellowson,
Janne Schatter,
The Fortunes,
The Sound,
The Kinks,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Harmonia,
Skriet,
La Düsseldorf,
Pole,
Oblivians,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Flesh Eaters,
Fat Boys,
ABC,
Ponytail,
Bill Wells,
Grauzone,
the Germs,
Hardrive,
Excepter,
MDC,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
KRS-One,
Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes.
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.