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 New Zealand and from Philadelphia.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 Michael McDonald 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 Sparks 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron. All the underground hits.
All Donny Hathaway tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Justin Hinds & The Dominoes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kurtis Blow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonny Sharrock,
The Offenders,
Moebius,
Clear Light,
Erasure,
Monolake,
John Cale,
Guru Guru,
Procol Harum,
Icehouse,
Terry Callier,
Popol Vuh,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Walker Brothers,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Zapp,
The Fortunes,
the Human League,
Delta 5,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Pussy Galore,
Sam Rivers,
Scion,
Pole,
Q65,
Barry Ungar,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Dirtbombs,
The Dead C,
Todd Rundgren,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Von Mondo,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
ABC,
Nick Fraelich,
Warsaw,
Oneida,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
CMW,
Stereo Dub,
Y Pants,
Schoolly D,
the Normal,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Residents,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Quando Quango,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Mo-Dettes,
D'Angelo,
Qualms,
Boredoms,
Black Moon,
Trumans Water,
Section 25,
Theoretical Girls,
Absolute Body Control,
Average White Band,
The Sound,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Duran Duran,
Kaleidoscope,
The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke.
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.