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 Norway and from Woodstock.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Dorothy Ashby to the dance 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 Nico. All the underground hits.
All MC5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every AZ 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aaron Thompson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minutemen,
Soul II Soul,
The Grass Roots,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Jacques Brel,
Wings,
John Holt,
Nirvana,
Skriet,
New Age Steppers,
Terry Callier,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Althea and Donna,
Trumans Water,
Curtis Mayfield,
Flash Fearless,
Bush Tetras,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Easy Going,
The Dave Clark Five,
Spandau Ballet,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Real Kids,
John Lydon,
Albert Ayler,
June of 44,
In Retrospect,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
A Certain Ratio,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Glambeats Corp.,
Maleditus Sound,
Pere Ubu,
Toni Rubio,
Marc Almond,
The Mummies,
The Trojans,
AZ,
the Sonics,
D'Angelo,
Mark Hollis,
Whodini,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Young Rascals,
Judy Mowatt,
Darondo,
Absolute Body Control,
The J.B.'s,
Cybotron,
Lower 48,
Moebius,
The Birthday Party,
a-ha,
Kerri Chandler,
Faust,
Traffic Nightmare,
Wolf Eyes,
Public Enemy,
The Selecter,
Stockholm Monsters,
Susan Cadogan,
Qualms, Qualms, Qualms, Qualms.
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.