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 Benin and from Glasgow.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Negative Approach to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Last Poets. All the underground hits.
All The Pop Group tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott Heron 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 an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siglo XX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Order,
Boredoms,
Pagans,
Delta 5,
Danielle Patucci,
Glenn Branca,
Moss Icon,
James White and The Blacks,
10cc,
Yazoo,
The Mojo Men,
Section 25,
OOIOO,
Monolake,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Grauzone,
David McCallum,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Minny Pops,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Victims,
Intrusion,
Organ,
The Raincoats,
Bang On A Can,
Robert Wyatt,
Nirvana,
Mary Jane Girls,
Gang Green,
T.S.O.L.,
La Düsseldorf,
Main Source,
Isaac Hayes,
Matthew Bourne,
The Birthday Party,
Los Fastidios,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ituana,
Parry Music,
Fatback Band,
DJ Sneak,
Stereo Dub,
Man Parrish,
Sugar Minott,
Maurizio,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Shuggie Otis,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Juan Atkins,
Easy Going,
The Black Dice,
Lee Hazlewood,
the Normal,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Smog,
Fugazi,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Litter,
Eden Ahbez,
Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented.
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.