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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Bremen.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Lyon.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 The Searchers to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Trojans. All the underground hits.
All Isaac Hayes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marmalade 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 linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a UT 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?
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Arab on Radar,
Circle Jerks,
Cameo,
Dark Day,
The Offenders,
Half Japanese,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ronan,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Seeds,
L. Decosne,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Pantaleimon,
Vainqueur,
The Real Kids,
Boz Scaggs,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Drive Like Jehu,
Kenny Larkin,
Wings,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Talk Talk,
Wire,
Sight & Sound,
Erykah Badu,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Black Dice,
Jeff Mills,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Black Bananas,
Procol Harum,
Con Funk Shun,
Reagan Youth,
Skriet,
Pantytec,
H. Thieme,
Nirvana,
DJ Sneak,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Tropical Tobacco,
Hoover,
Donny Hathaway,
This Heat,
Soulsonic Force,
Carl Craig,
Kayak,
AZ,
Drexciya,
Aloha Tigers,
Negative Approach,
Fluxion,
Deakin,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Litter,
Scott Walker,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Isaac Hayes,
Stetsasonic,
Marshall Jefferson,
The American Breed,
Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T.
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.