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 Chile and from Mumbai.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Hong Kong.
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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 James Chance & The Contortions to the disco 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 Lou Christie. All the underground hits.
All Flipper tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fela Kuti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zero Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Goldenarms,
The Gories,
48th St. Collective,
Bobby Byrd,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Black Sheep,
Guru Guru,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Human League,
Agitation Free,
The Mighty Diamonds,
the Bar-Kays,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Brothers Johnson,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
John Coltrane,
Vainqueur,
Camouflage,
Eric Copeland,
Sonic Youth,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Rakim,
Groovy Waters,
Ituana,
Grauzone,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lyres,
PIL,
The J.B.'s,
Lou Christie,
Sarah Menescal,
Massinfluence,
Ludus,
Jeff Lynne,
Soul II Soul,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Eric Dolphy,
Youth Brigade,
Girls At Our Best!,
Accadde A,
Yazoo,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Black Pus,
Kayak,
June Days,
Flipper,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Angry Samoans,
Junior Murvin,
Ken Boothe,
Moebius,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Marcia Griffiths,
Godley & Creme,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Minor Threat,
Tom Boy,
Ultimate Spinach,
Metal Thangz,
Scratch Acid,
Lindisfarne,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel.
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.