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 Tuvalu and from Accra.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 synthesizer 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 The Victims to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Lindisfarne. All the underground hits.
All Liliput tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Durutti Column record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Leaves,
Fela Kuti,
Michelle Simonal,
LL Cool J,
Sun Ra,
Fad Gadget,
Ituana,
Fugazi,
Stiv Bators,
Ronnie Foster,
Reuben Wilson,
Animal Collective,
Patti Smith,
Ken Boothe,
The Gladiators,
Gerry Rafferty,
MDC,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Mr. Review,
The Red Krayola,
Letta Mbulu,
Sonny Sharrock,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Gang Green,
Massinfluence,
Stereo Dub,
The Wake,
Dead Boys,
Ohio Players,
Deepchord,
Josef K,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Blues Magoos,
The Fall,
Todd Rundgren,
Max Romeo,
Minnie Riperton,
Rakim,
Gang Starr,
Alison Limerick,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Selecter,
Bad Manners,
Echospace,
Das Ding,
Lucky Dragons,
A Certain Ratio,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Gastr Del Sol,
Gang Gang Dance,
Altered Images,
Sixth Finger,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Nas,
The Young Rascals,
Symarip,
Brand Nubian,
Todd Terry,
John Lydon,
Whodini,
The Associates, The Associates, The Associates, The Associates.
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.