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 Austria and from Johannesburg.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 OOIOO to the techno 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 Barracudas. All the underground hits.
All Boogie Down Productions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Malaria! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang of Four record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Shadows of Knight,
Urselle,
Au Pairs,
Bob Dylan,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Gerry Rafferty,
Los Fastidios,
Johnny Osbourne,
Stockholm Monsters,
the Germs,
Idris Muhammad,
Amazonics,
Gregory Isaacs,
Darondo,
Albert Ayler,
Kerri Chandler,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Colin Newman,
The Real Kids,
Dead Boys,
Marcia Griffiths,
Fatback Band,
Roger Hodgson,
Archie Shepp,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Q and Not U,
The Knickerbockers,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Marmalade,
The United States of America,
Joyce Sims,
Be Bop Deluxe,
New Order,
China Crisis,
Sällskapet,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Connie Case,
The Fortunes,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
ABC,
Schoolly D,
Inner City,
The Slackers,
Eurythmics,
Derrick Morgan,
Cecil Taylor,
Dark Day,
The Music Machine,
Clear Light,
Warren Ellis,
Newcleus,
Curtis Mayfield,
EPMD,
Matthew Halsall,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
John Foxx,
Andrew Hill,
The Angels of Light,
The Sonics,
Pierre Henry,
Minny Pops,
Bill Wells,
Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon.
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.