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 Australia and from Toronto.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Rites of Spring to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Oppenheimer Analysis. All the underground hits.
All The Durutti Column tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry Gold Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Music Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Infiniti,
Silicon Teens,
Brass Construction,
The Doobie Brothers,
Derrick Morgan,
Franke,
Susan Cadogan,
Spandau Ballet,
The Grass Roots,
The Modern Lovers,
The Moody Blues,
June Days,
The Toasters,
Deakin,
Jacques Brel,
Tres Demented,
The Smoke,
Cybotron,
Royal Trux,
The Gun Club,
The Leaves,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
10cc,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Gregory Isaacs,
Minny Pops,
Reuben Wilson,
Joy Division,
Henry Cow,
Fear,
The Blues Magoos,
Eddi Front,
Drive Like Jehu,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Peter and Kerry,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ituana,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Fall,
Stetsasonic,
Minutemen,
Dead Boys,
Lower 48,
Radiohead,
Clear Light,
The Vogues,
Slave,
Siglo XX,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Von Mondo,
Alice Coltrane,
Pole,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Rekid,
Scrapy,
The Misunderstood,
The Golliwogs,
Flamin' Groovies,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Main Source, Main Source, Main Source, Main Source.
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.