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 Papua New Guinea and from Calgary.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Joe Smooth to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Dead Boys. All the underground hits.
All Be Bop Deluxe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agitation Free 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 '80s 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 Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Litter,
The Sound,
Bobby Byrd,
Zapp,
Magma,
John Lydon,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
John Holt,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Todd Terry,
Ultimate Spinach,
Newcleus,
X-101,
June of 44,
Nils Olav,
UT,
Mandrill,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
D'Angelo,
The Happenings,
Sparks,
The Searchers,
Clear Light,
Chris Corsano,
Intrusion,
Harpers Bizarre,
Yellowson,
The Angels of Light,
Moss Icon,
Chris & Cosey,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lalo Schifrin,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Moody Blues,
the Soft Cell,
Rosa Yemen,
Harry Pussy,
Ralphi Rosario,
Underground Resistance,
Cecil Taylor,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bill Wells,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Trojans,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Tomorrow,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
These Immortal Souls,
Pussy Galore,
Duran Duran,
Kool Moe Dee,
Kevin Saunderson,
Trumans Water,
Iggy Pop,
Liliput,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Scion,
Lou Reed,
the Human League, the Human League, the Human League, the Human League.
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.