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 Thailand and from Johannesburg.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 snare 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 Pulsallama to the disco 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 Bobby Womack. All the underground hits.
All Rhythm & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ludus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Little Man record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Loose Ends,
Jeff Mills,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Radiopuhelimet,
Isaac Hayes,
Arab on Radar,
Joey Negro,
The Cowsills,
Pet Shop Boys,
Arcadia,
Deadbeat,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Slits,
Unwound,
Kerri Chandler,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Stetsasonic,
Clear Light,
The Busters,
Pantytec,
Ohio Players,
Soul Sonic Force,
Tubeway Army,
Tom Boy,
Pagans,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Goldenarms,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Intrusion,
MC5,
Fatback Band,
Jeru the Damaja,
Gang Starr,
Sister Nancy,
The Tremeloes,
Lungfish,
Angry Samoans,
Mr. Review,
the Slits,
Rakim,
Silicon Teens,
The Buckinghams,
Marc Almond,
The Martian,
Soul II Soul,
Stereo Dub,
Desert Stars,
The American Breed,
Boredoms,
Sonic Youth,
Nirvana,
Scott Walker,
Moby Grape,
Brick,
JFA,
Yazoo,
DJ Sneak,
Roger Hodgson,
Chrome,
Altered Images,
The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C.
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.