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 Panama and from Jakarta.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 spring reverb 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 Metal Thangz to the grime 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 LL Cool J. All the underground hits.
All The Music Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Association 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Finger,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Rotary Connection,
The Searchers,
Gang Starr,
Inner City,
Bobby Womack,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ituana,
Negative Approach,
Eric Dolphy,
The Kinks,
FM Einheit,
Amazonics,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bad Manners,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ludus,
Mo-Dettes,
Anthony Braxton,
Audionom,
This Heat,
The Associates,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Blues Magoos,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Terry Callier,
Curtis Mayfield,
Jesper Dahlback,
Susan Cadogan,
Neu!,
Shoche,
Massinfluence,
Unrelated Segments,
Maurizio,
Newcleus,
Fad Gadget,
Barry Ungar,
Alton Ellis,
Interpol,
Robert Wyatt,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Isaac Hayes,
Eyeless In Gaza,
CMW,
Gregory Isaacs,
Basic Channel,
Maleditus Sound,
Alice Coltrane,
Fat Boys,
Scratch Acid,
Malaria!,
The Trojans,
MDC,
Bill Wells,
Delta 5,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Robert Görl,
Dead Boys,
Howard Jones,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco.
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.