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 United Kingdom and from Calgary.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Heaven 17 to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Human League. All the underground hits.
All The Gladiators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marshall Jefferson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rosa Yemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sister Nancy,
Man Parrish,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Zeros,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Skriet,
Magazine,
the Normal,
Khruangbin,
Black Moon,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Angels of Light,
The Human League,
MDC,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
B.T. Express,
Kaleidoscope,
Absolute Body Control,
Dead Boys,
Rapeman,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Black Bananas,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Smog,
Traffic Nightmare,
Joensuu 1685,
Fela Kuti,
Yazoo,
K-Klass,
Rotary Connection,
Althea and Donna,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lou Reed,
Unwound,
Dawn Penn,
Stiv Bators,
Judy Mowatt,
Jawbox,
Charles Mingus,
Slave,
X-101,
Model 500,
Roxy Music,
The Fuzztones,
Don Cherry,
Bobby Sherman,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Monolake,
UT,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Pretty Things,
Tom Boy,
the Human League,
Ken Boothe,
Lightning Bolt,
Dorothy Ashby,
Swans,
James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks.
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.