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 Latvia and from Delhi.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lagos.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Radiohead to the crunk 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 China Crisis. All the underground hits.
All Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camouflage 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Junior Murvin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ten City,
The Leaves,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sly & The Family Stone,
48th St. Collective,
Flamin' Groovies,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Gladiators,
The Grass Roots,
Arab on Radar,
Fluxion,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gerry Rafferty,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sam Rivers,
Kayak,
Slave,
Vainqueur,
Index,
Kas Product,
Banda Bassotti,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
CMW,
Tres Demented,
cv313,
Archie Shepp,
Crispy Ambulance,
Al Stewart,
Inner City,
Thee Headcoats,
Nico,
The Fuzztones,
Sound Behaviour,
Johnny Clarke,
Au Pairs,
Jerry's Kids,
Swell Maps,
Roy Ayers,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Excepter,
K-Klass,
Bill Wells,
Outsiders,
Blancmange,
Rosa Yemen,
Kurtis Blow,
Amazonics,
the Bar-Kays,
Idris Muhammad,
Cameo,
Unrelated Segments,
The Flesh Eaters,
Japan,
Albert Ayler,
B.T. Express,
Pantaleimon,
Soul Sonic Force,
Colin Newman,
Adolescents,
Yaz,
The Index,
Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth.
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.