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 Macedonia and from Tokyo.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Tres Demented to the electroclash 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 Amazonics. All the underground hits.
All The Associates tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane 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 chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barrington Levy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pere Ubu,
Brick,
the Sonics,
Los Fastidios,
Alphaville,
Skriet,
Angry Samoans,
Shuggie Otis,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Deakin,
Boz Scaggs,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Joe Finger,
Ice-T,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Human League,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sexual Harrassment,
Urselle,
L. Decosne,
Kerri Chandler,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Amazonics,
Lindisfarne,
Harry Pussy,
Pussy Galore,
Index,
Ituana,
The Young Rascals,
Gang of Four,
Sixth Finger,
Rosa Yemen,
Sonny Sharrock,
Clear Light,
The New Christs,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Model 500,
Robert Görl,
Rod Modell,
Avey Tare,
The Cowsills,
The Red Krayola,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Misunderstood,
Deadbeat,
Pagans,
The Five Americans,
Make Up,
Tubeway Army,
Patti Smith,
Jeff Mills,
John Cale,
La Düsseldorf,
Aswad,
Whodini,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Youth Brigade,
Gabor Szabo,
Con Funk Shun,
Lucky Dragons,
John Foxx,
Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza.
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.