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 Vietnam and from Mexico City.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Holger Czukay 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 Kool Moe Dee 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 Mr. Review. All the underground hits.
All Q and Not U tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tubeway Army record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Letta Mbulu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Hill,
The Offenders,
Curtis Mayfield,
Radiohead,
Public Enemy,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Rekid,
Thee Headcoats,
Sight & Sound,
Lalo Schifrin,
Grauzone,
Juan Atkins,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Infiniti,
Reuben Wilson,
Negative Approach,
Supertramp,
Althea and Donna,
Max Romeo,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Dirtbombs,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sällskapet,
Lou Reed,
Amazonics,
Freddie Wadling,
Tears for Fears,
Procol Harum,
The Sonics,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Warren Ellis,
Scion,
Charles Mingus,
The Move,
Crash Course in Science,
The Wake,
Deadbeat,
The Music Machine,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Technova,
The Index,
Ice-T,
Camouflage,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Neon Judgement,
Yusef Lateef,
Connie Case,
Mission of Burma,
MDC,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Can,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Pierre Henry,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Grass Roots,
Skarface,
The Monochrome Set,
Rod Modell,
MC5, MC5, MC5, MC5.
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.