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 Seychelles and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 spring reverb 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 The Human League to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Eric Copeland. All the underground hits.
All Jacob Miller tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Saccharine Trust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a JFA 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?
Eric B and Rakim,
Nils Olav,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Gories,
Jacob Miller,
Colin Newman,
Idris Muhammad,
The Real Kids,
David Axelrod,
the Normal,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Golliwogs,
Excepter,
L. Decosne,
The Cramps,
Sonny Sharrock,
Joensuu 1685,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Minor Threat,
R.M.O.,
Qualms,
Lou Reed,
Kenny Larkin,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ossler,
Ultimate Spinach,
Kevin Saunderson,
Crash Course in Science,
Todd Rundgren,
Rod Modell,
Minutemen,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Oneida,
Charles Mingus,
Easy Going,
The Fugs,
Tomorrow,
Crispy Ambulance,
Amon Düül,
Slave,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Deakin,
Slick Rick,
Steve Hackett,
Heaven 17,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
K-Klass,
Bill Near,
Pharoah Sanders,
The American Breed,
Arthur Verocai,
Maleditus Sound,
Glambeats Corp.,
B.T. Express,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ice-T,
Tears for Fears,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Alice Coltrane,
MDC, MDC, MDC, MDC.
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.