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 Suriname and from Cairo.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 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 Ludus to the disco 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 Neon Judgement. All the underground hits.
All Shuggie Otis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharoah Sanders 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharoah Sanders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lindisfarne,
Aaron Thompson,
A Certain Ratio,
Sister Nancy,
Accadde A,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Alarm Clocks,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Marcia Griffiths,
Crispian St. Peters,
Eric B and Rakim,
Section 25,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Gang Green,
Ronan,
Camberwell Now,
Sex Pistols,
CMW,
Bush Tetras,
The Buckinghams,
The Divine Comedy,
Skaos,
Faraquet,
Animal Collective,
Hoover,
AZ,
Rapeman,
David Bowie,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Simply Red,
Anakelly,
Television Personalities,
Skarface,
Arcadia,
The Doors,
Juan Atkins,
Dawn Penn,
Johnny Osbourne,
Gong,
U.S. Maple,
Angry Samoans,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Neil Young,
Todd Terry,
X-101,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Soul Sonic Force,
Electric Prunes,
The Cure,
The Cowsills,
Prince Buster,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Deepchord,
The Electric Prunes,
Monks,
Michelle Simonal,
Babytalk,
The Durutti Column,
The Dead C,
This Heat,
Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker.
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.