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 Turkey and from Glasgow.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 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 Sun Ra to the jazz 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 Bobbi Humphrey. All the underground hits.
All Idris Muhammad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Red Krayola record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Organ,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Royal Trux,
The Red Krayola,
R.M.O.,
The New Christs,
The Remains,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Mojo Men,
The Offenders,
Yazoo,
Lou Christie,
the Swans,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Barry Ungar,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Rakim,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Infiniti,
Eric B and Rakim,
Moss Icon,
Flamin' Groovies,
Robert Wyatt,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
UT,
Monks,
X-101,
Tres Demented,
The Fire Engines,
The Trojans,
The Index,
Black Pus,
Echospace,
Marcia Griffiths,
Gong,
Lyres,
Quantec,
Chris & Cosey,
OOIOO,
Joey Negro,
The Divine Comedy,
The Raincoats,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Harry Pussy,
Sarah Menescal,
Rites of Spring,
Bill Wells,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Joyce Sims,
David McCallum,
Black Bananas,
Carl Craig,
Kerrie Biddell,
Crime,
Piero Umiliani,
The J.B.'s,
Scott Walker,
Section 25,
Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment.
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.