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 Nepal and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 Mexico City and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Soul II Soul to the grime 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 Sonic Youth. All the underground hits.
All Nick Fraelich tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Altered Images record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a London Community Gospel Choir record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mission of Burma,
Johnny Osbourne,
Donald Byrd,
EPMD,
Bobby Byrd,
U.S. Maple,
Isaac Hayes,
Deakin,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Livin' Joy,
Aural Exciters,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Tres Demented,
The Doors,
The Music Machine,
The Happenings,
Rod Modell,
Anthony Braxton,
R.M.O.,
Brand Nubian,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Harmonia,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Chris Corsano,
Loose Ends,
La Düsseldorf,
Alison Limerick,
Television Personalities,
Dennis Brown,
Siglo XX,
Jeff Lynne,
K-Klass,
Zapp,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bang On A Can,
Aswad,
Fear,
Urselle,
Second Layer,
Connie Case,
Kenny Larkin,
The Litter,
Derrick May,
Nils Olav,
Circle Jerks,
Judy Mowatt,
World's Most,
The Gories,
The Black Dice,
Gang Gang Dance,
Royal Trux,
Scientists,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Funky Four + One,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Massinfluence,
Flash Fearless,
Television,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bill Near,
ABC,
Duran Duran,
Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet.
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.