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 Botswana and from Spokane.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 rhodes 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 Echo & the Bunnymen to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Fort Wilson Riot. All the underground hits.
All Glenn Branca tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cosmic Jokers 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Osbourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yusef Lateef,
Rapeman,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Mars,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Wings,
Johnny Clarke,
Ohio Players,
DJ Style,
Skarface,
Jeff Lynne,
Radiopuhelimet,
the Human League,
Japan,
Urselle,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Quantec,
The Slits,
The Mummies,
Stereo Dub,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Peter and Kerry,
Rotary Connection,
Kaleidoscope,
Ornette Coleman,
Lungfish,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Yellowson,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sound Behaviour,
the Bar-Kays,
Spoonie Gee,
Electric Prunes,
Sugar Minott,
Sun City Girls,
Drexciya,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Whodini,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Seeds,
The Neon Judgement,
Agent Orange,
Henry Cow,
Intrusion,
The Monochrome Set,
Bill Near,
Infiniti,
The Offenders,
Bobby Byrd,
Stetsasonic,
Jacob Miller,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Donald Byrd,
Jacques Brel,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Modern Lovers,
Marine Girls,
Public Enemy,
Gang Gang Dance,
Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti.
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.