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 Samoa 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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Donald Fagen 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 Bobby Hutcherson to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Cure. All the underground hits.
All Tres Demented tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lonnie Liston Smith 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funkadelic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Neon Judgement,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Man Eating Sloth,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Zeros,
Ultravox,
Wasted Youth,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Scratch Acid,
The Birthday Party,
Dead Boys,
Public Image Ltd.,
Matthew Bourne,
Minor Threat,
K-Klass,
Banda Bassotti,
Traffic Nightmare,
DJ Sneak,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sonny Sharrock,
Minnie Riperton,
Harry Pussy,
New Age Steppers,
Simply Red,
Lou Reed,
Soul II Soul,
Roger Hodgson,
The Stooges,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Pantytec,
The Selecter,
The Barracudas,
Fat Boys,
Crash Course in Science,
Barrington Levy,
The Durutti Column,
Buzzcocks,
Gil Scott Heron,
Pantaleimon,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Circle Jerks,
Throbbing Gristle,
Kenny Larkin,
World's Most,
The Knickerbockers,
Anakelly,
Second Layer,
Delta 5,
Brand Nubian,
Black Pus,
Peter & Gordon,
Yaz,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Michelle Simonal,
Dorothy Ashby,
John Holt,
Peter and Kerry,
Janne Schatter,
Metal Thangz,
The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke.
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.