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 the UAE and from Columbus.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Hardrive to the rap 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 Sarah Menescal. All the underground hits.
All Hardrive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Sherman 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The United States of America record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stiv Bators,
Ultra Naté,
Man Eating Sloth,
Unrelated Segments,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Thee Headcoats,
Matthew Bourne,
Lower 48,
Kenny Larkin,
cv313,
Ohio Players,
Flamin' Groovies,
Cameo,
Scientists,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Audionom,
DJ Sneak,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Beasts of Bourbon,
La Düsseldorf,
The Electric Prunes,
Cluster,
June Days,
Danielle Patucci,
The Beau Brummels,
Black Flag,
Junior Murvin,
Nils Olav,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Move,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Das Ding,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Wolf Eyes,
Ultravox,
Blancmange,
Tres Demented,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
the Normal,
Banda Bassotti,
Howard Jones,
Eli Mardock,
Idris Muhammad,
Motorama,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Cal Tjader,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Mr. Review,
Erykah Badu,
Amazonics,
Soul II Soul,
Ossler,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Radio Birdman,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Wake,
Lakeside,
Thompson Twins,
Altered Images,
Radiopuhelimet,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin.
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.