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 San Marino and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Tehran.
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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the organ 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 Echospace to the electroclash 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 Jeff Mills. All the underground hits.
All Aural Exciters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Art Ensemble Of Chicago record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a AZ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jimmy McGriff,
Scratch Acid,
Icehouse,
The Cure,
Nils Olav,
Amazonics,
Outsiders,
Kevin Saunderson,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Blues Magoos,
Godley & Creme,
Moss Icon,
Davy DMX,
Jerry's Kids,
Delta 5,
Country Teasers,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Divine Comedy,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Fall,
Newcleus,
Mission of Burma,
Sun Ra,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Gap Band,
Sexual Harrassment,
Das Ding,
Sällskapet,
Moby Grape,
Isaac Hayes,
Ken Boothe,
Sixth Finger,
Joensuu 1685,
The Slackers,
Magma,
Ludus,
Royal Trux,
The Residents,
The Blackbyrds,
This Heat,
Sister Nancy,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Barrington Levy,
The Sonics,
The Birthday Party,
The Grass Roots,
the Sonics,
Barclay James Harvest,
Funky Four + One,
Skriet,
Reagan Youth,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Charles Mingus,
Prince Buster,
The Standells,
Piero Umiliani,
Pantytec,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Human League,
Brand Nubian,
Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers.
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.