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 Uganda and from Mexico City.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Robert Palmer 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 Junior Murvin 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 Cheater Slicks. All the underground hits.
All Todd Terry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Make Up record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quadrant record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Flag,
Khruangbin,
kango's stein massive,
Slick Rick,
The Kinks,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Rakim,
Lightning Bolt,
Arcadia,
Black Bananas,
New Age Steppers,
Circle Jerks,
CMW,
The Fugs,
Gil Scott Heron,
OOIOO,
Camouflage,
Stereo Dub,
Marmalade,
Josef K,
Harmonia,
Carl Craig,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Moss Icon,
Joe Smooth,
Severed Heads,
Cameo,
The Electric Prunes,
Ten City,
Au Pairs,
Johnny Clarke,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Rhythm & Sound,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Japan,
Minutemen,
K-Klass,
Nation of Ulysses,
Intrusion,
Minnie Riperton,
Scientists,
Pulsallama,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Pharoah Sanders,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Heaven 17,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Sonics,
John Foxx,
the Soft Cell,
David Axelrod,
Groovy Waters,
Joensuu 1685,
Deakin,
The Tremeloes,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Todd Rundgren,
Rapeman,
Monolake,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff.
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.