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 Somalia and from Shanghai.
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 Tokyo and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Scott Walker. All the underground hits.
All Visage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Chocolate Watch Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
48th St. Collective,
Siglo XX,
Mission of Burma,
The Music Machine,
Inner City,
Lucky Dragons,
Kaleidoscope,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Skriet,
Guru Guru,
Agent Orange,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Delta 5,
Cecil Taylor,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Pretty Things,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Angels of Light,
The Litter,
Pere Ubu,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Television,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Todd Terry,
Minor Threat,
Connie Case,
Faraquet,
Mantronix,
Man Parrish,
the Bar-Kays,
Youth Brigade,
The Smiths,
Essential Logic,
The Durutti Column,
Half Japanese,
EPMD,
The Fortunes,
David McCallum,
T.S.O.L.,
Danielle Patucci,
Wally Richardson,
Soft Machine,
Ten City,
Pharoah Sanders,
Terry Callier,
Gang of Four,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Toni Rubio,
UT,
Moss Icon,
Drexciya,
Dave Gahan,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Funky Four + One,
The Slackers,
Pagans,
Jesper Dahlback,
Gichy Dan,
Fad Gadget,
The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas.
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.