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 Brunei and from Sao Paulo.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Sad Lovers and Giants to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Graham Central Station. All the underground hits.
All The Zeros tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slave record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minnie Riperton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Silicon Teens,
Kerri Chandler,
The Slackers,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Spoonie Gee,
Siglo XX,
Loose Ends,
The Leaves,
Youth Brigade,
Ten City,
The J.B.'s,
Yusef Lateef,
Fear,
Todd Rundgren,
Dead Boys,
The Dave Clark Five,
kango's stein massive,
Franke,
Warsaw,
Index,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Royal Trux,
Shuggie Otis,
Pole,
The Electric Prunes,
The Monks,
Electric Prunes,
Kenny Larkin,
Flash Fearless,
Eric Copeland,
Charles Mingus,
The Smoke,
Barrington Levy,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
David Axelrod,
Unrelated Segments,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Darondo,
Eve St. Jones,
Technova,
F. McDonald,
John Cale,
Grey Daturas,
This Heat,
The Zeros,
Carl Craig,
Slick Rick,
The Durutti Column,
Monks,
Kurtis Blow,
Grauzone,
A Certain Ratio,
Kas Product,
Saccharine Trust,
Whodini,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Sonics,
Faust,
The Pop Group,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Five Americans,
The Standells, The Standells, The Standells, The Standells.
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.