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 Ecuador and from Winnipeg.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 808 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 Beau Brummels to the funk 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 Bobby Sherman. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Hill 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 grunge 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 güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crime record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Mills,
Sun City Girls,
KRS-One,
The Doors,
Panda Bear,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Altered Images,
Chrome,
Black Sheep,
The Selecter,
Hot Snakes,
Cameo,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bob Dylan,
Babytalk,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Raincoats,
The Litter,
Bootsy Collins,
Minutemen,
Scion,
Donald Byrd,
The Kinks,
Magma,
The Standells,
Roxette,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sunsets and Hearts,
the Fania All-Stars,
Pantytec,
Barclay James Harvest,
The United States of America,
The Red Krayola,
The Pretty Things,
Funkadelic,
Neil Young,
AZ,
Nik Kershaw,
Aloha Tigers,
The Dead C,
Tim Buckley,
Mary Jane Girls,
Oblivians,
X-102,
Morten Harket,
Gil Scott Heron,
Inner City,
Porter Ricks,
Howard Jones,
The Fuzztones,
Monolake,
Accadde A,
Anakelly,
Dave Gahan,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bad Manners,
Bang On A Can,
Aaron Thompson,
Suburban Knight,
ABBA,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy.
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.