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 Afghanistan and from Mexico City.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Bologna.
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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Litter to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 LL Cool J. All the underground hits.
All Thompson Twins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maleditus Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Au Pairs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Big Daddy Kane,
Matthew Bourne,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Magazine,
Aswad,
Pussy Galore,
Yellowson,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Scion,
Cheater Slicks,
Anakelly,
Youth Brigade,
Jeff Mills,
Camouflage,
Arab on Radar,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Angels of Light,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Fat Boys,
Q and Not U,
One Last Wish,
Tim Buckley,
Bobby Sherman,
Rosa Yemen,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Robert Görl,
Shoche,
B.T. Express,
Slick Rick,
Frankie Knuckles,
EPMD,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lebanon Hanover,
Darondo,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Fortunes,
Bill Near,
Glenn Branca,
Massinfluence,
Subhumans,
X-Ray Spex,
Joe Smooth,
Flash Fearless,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Alice Coltrane,
Royal Trux,
Boogie Down Productions,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Fugs,
China Crisis,
The Black Dice,
Swell Maps,
The Misunderstood,
Audionom,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Excepter,
Dual Sessions,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Cameo, Cameo, Cameo, Cameo.
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.