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 Kiribati and from Glasgow.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Tokyo.
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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 The Cure to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Kerrie Biddell. All the underground hits.
All Jeru the Damaja tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Chocolate Watch Band 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 a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spoonie Gee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sly & The Family Stone,
The J.B.'s,
Accadde A,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Misunderstood,
Minor Threat,
Gang Gang Dance,
Danielle Patucci,
Pere Ubu,
Dead Boys,
Shoche,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Birthday Party,
Arthur Verocai,
Faraquet,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lungfish,
Con Funk Shun,
Scan 7,
Jerry Gold Smith,
H. Thieme,
Vladislav Delay,
Chris Corsano,
Absolute Body Control,
Aloha Tigers,
Johnny Osbourne,
Nik Kershaw,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Count Five,
Harry Pussy,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Gories,
The Cowsills,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ultravox,
Alison Limerick,
Charles Mingus,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Country Teasers,
The Gun Club,
Urselle,
Q and Not U,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Mad Mike,
Mission of Burma,
New Age Steppers,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Sound,
Anthony Braxton,
The Martian,
Chris & Cosey,
the Association,
Robert Hood,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Roxette,
Bobby Womack,
Crash Course in Science,
The Five Americans,
a-ha,
Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia.
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.