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 Saudi Arabia and from Calgary.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 arpeggiator 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 A Certain Ratio to the disco 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 Skriet. All the underground hits.
All It's A Beautiful Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Freddie Wadling 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a It's A Beautiful Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Byrd,
Rakim,
Electric Prunes,
Bootsy Collins,
MDC,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Talk Talk,
Sarah Menescal,
Ice-T,
MC5,
Al Stewart,
Franke,
Royal Trux,
June of 44,
Byron Stingily,
The Black Dice,
The Electric Prunes,
8 Eyed Spy,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Five Americans,
Vainqueur,
Drive Like Jehu,
Khruangbin,
Y Pants,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Remains,
Bang On A Can,
Black Sheep,
Junior Murvin,
Lakeside,
Joy Division,
Faust,
Gregory Isaacs,
Saccharine Trust,
Unwound,
Wings,
Masters at Work,
John Lydon,
Black Bananas,
Barrington Levy,
The United States of America,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Birthday Party,
Grauzone,
June Days,
DJ Sneak,
Danielle Patucci,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
48th St. Collective,
Jeff Mills,
Banda Bassotti,
Sun Ra,
Public Enemy,
Technova,
John Holt,
Glenn Branca,
Fela Kuti,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Modern Lovers,
Nils Olav,
Quando Quango,
Yaz,
Eve St. Jones,
Rapeman,
Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman.
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.