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 Mongolia and from Hong Kong.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Ralphi Rosario to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Camouflage. All the underground hits.
All 10cc tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Görl record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rapeman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rod Modell,
Bill Near,
David Bowie,
Kaleidoscope,
Lou Reed,
Skarface,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Saccharine Trust,
The Happenings,
Slave,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Porter Ricks,
Clear Light,
Minnie Riperton,
Kurtis Blow,
Soft Machine,
Junior Murvin,
The Fugs,
The Searchers,
Godley & Creme,
The Index,
Ronnie Foster,
The Black Dice,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Wire,
New Order,
Agent Orange,
The Doors,
L. Decosne,
Eric Dolphy,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Skatalites,
Lightning Bolt,
Half Japanese,
John Foxx,
Ohio Players,
Electric Prunes,
The Barracudas,
The Stooges,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Eddi Front,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Golliwogs,
Motorama,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Zero Boys,
Derrick Morgan,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Al Stewart,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Glambeats Corp.,
Livin' Joy,
Mr. Review,
The Blackbyrds,
Byron Stingily,
Von Mondo,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lebanon Hanover,
Theoretical Girls,
Neu!,
Brand Nubian,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon.
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.