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 Colombia and from Columbus.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Michael McDonald 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 Angry Samoans to the crunk 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 Bad Manners. All the underground hits.
All Connie Case 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Easy Going record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sex Pistols,
The Count Five,
Oneida,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Con Funk Shun,
Shuggie Otis,
FM Einheit,
Bang On A Can,
Faraquet,
Second Layer,
The Doors,
Roger Hodgson,
Davy DMX,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Barclay James Harvest,
Nik Kershaw,
Unwound,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Star Department,
Subhumans,
Kool Moe Dee,
David Axelrod,
Pharoah Sanders,
Adolescents,
Big Daddy Kane,
Kevin Saunderson,
Brand Nubian,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Schoolly D,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Nils Olav,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Martian,
Rites of Spring,
Dead Boys,
The Happenings,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Depeche Mode,
Flash Fearless,
Ituana,
Ossler,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Dead C,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Arcadia,
The Doobie Brothers,
Flipper,
The Grass Roots,
Monks,
Organ,
Aloha Tigers,
The Smoke,
Alton Ellis,
Peter and Kerry,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Erasure,
DJ Sneak,
The Blackbyrds,
Electric Prunes,
T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex.
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.