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 Haiti and from Lyon.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 mellotron 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 Steve Hackett to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Organ. All the underground hits.
All KRS-One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arcadia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marcia Griffiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cecil Taylor,
Eddi Front,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Joe Finger,
Graham Central Station,
Swell Maps,
Ronnie Foster,
Johnny Osbourne,
Dennis Brown,
Desert Stars,
Janne Schatter,
John Lydon,
Alphaville,
Fugazi,
John Coltrane,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Trojans,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Intrusion,
Bobby Womack,
MDC,
The Mummies,
Big Daddy Kane,
Boogie Down Productions,
Prince Buster,
Aural Exciters,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bill Wells,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Tears for Fears,
Joensuu 1685,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Pantaleimon,
Television,
Radiopuhelimet,
Main Source,
Soulsonic Force,
John Holt,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
In Retrospect,
Mary Jane Girls,
Blake Baxter,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Trumans Water,
Rotary Connection,
Minutemen,
New Age Steppers,
Mantronix,
Popol Vuh,
Todd Terry,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gerry Rafferty,
Average White Band,
Crash Course in Science,
Gang Starr,
Derrick May,
Moss Icon,
X-Ray Spex,
Junior Murvin,
Scan 7,
Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick.
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.