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 Uruguay and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Maleditus Sound to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Bar-Kays. All the underground hits.
All F. McDonald tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalann record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Selecter,
Robert Wyatt,
Deepchord,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ken Boothe,
Stereo Dub,
Nick Fraelich,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Public Enemy,
The Kinks,
Parry Music,
Niagra,
Lungfish,
Amon Düül II,
Neil Young,
Main Source,
Siglo XX,
Marcia Griffiths,
Swell Maps,
The Misunderstood,
Scion,
PIL,
Funky Four + One,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Blancmange,
Sister Nancy,
Youth Brigade,
D'Angelo,
Whodini,
The Mojo Men,
Matthew Bourne,
Chris Corsano,
Fat Boys,
The Move,
Ronnie Foster,
Das Ding,
Cheater Slicks,
Swans,
Section 25,
Massinfluence,
Underground Resistance,
Drexciya,
Zero Boys,
The Knickerbockers,
Grey Daturas,
Bill Wells,
Masters at Work,
John Lydon,
Babytalk,
Yaz,
Curtis Mayfield,
ABC,
Ludus,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Wally Richardson,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
EPMD,
The Slits,
John Holt,
The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans.
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.