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 Libya and from Bremen.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 The Invisible to the electroclash 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 Subhumans. All the underground hits.
All Jeru the Damaja tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vladislav Delay record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Model 500 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin 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?
The Invisible,
Connie Case,
Maleditus Sound,
Yusef Lateef,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Monks,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lou Reed,
Marvin Gaye,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Los Fastidios,
Ken Boothe,
Japan,
Dead Boys,
Neil Young,
The Sound,
Amon Düül II,
James White and The Blacks,
Davy DMX,
B.T. Express,
Jeff Lynne,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Chris Corsano,
Wasted Youth,
Funkadelic,
Average White Band,
The Saints,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ludus,
The Searchers,
Bauhaus,
Agitation Free,
Whodini,
10cc,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Pulsallama,
Alice Coltrane,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Masters at Work,
Darondo,
Surgeon,
Boz Scaggs,
U.S. Maple,
Visage,
Traffic Nightmare,
Guru Guru,
Eve St. Jones,
Toni Rubio,
Sixth Finger,
The Red Krayola,
Thee Headcoats,
Y Pants,
Essential Logic,
UT,
Scott Walker,
The Tremeloes,
The Gories,
The Leaves,
Yazoo,
Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith.
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.