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 Niger and from Mumbai.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Nas to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Bill Wells. All the underground hits.
All Morten Harket tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arcadia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Make Up record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wolf Eyes,
Dual Sessions,
The Barracudas,
Crispian St. Peters,
David Axelrod,
The Offenders,
Sandy B,
FM Einheit,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Soul Sonic Force,
Jacob Miller,
The Associates,
Quando Quango,
The Mojo Men,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Stereo Dub,
Nik Kershaw,
James White and The Blacks,
Depeche Mode,
Brothers Johnson,
The New Christs,
Cluster,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Five Americans,
Junior Murvin,
Quantec,
Ultra Naté,
Scientists,
Ludus,
Motorama,
The Cowsills,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lindisfarne,
The Monochrome Set,
The American Breed,
Sex Pistols,
10cc,
OOIOO,
Matthew Halsall,
Alison Limerick,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Camouflage,
Moby Grape,
Ronnie Foster,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Section 25,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Leonard Cohen,
John Holt,
Franke,
Sällskapet,
The Pretty Things,
Marvin Gaye,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Red Krayola,
Public Enemy,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Archie Shepp,
The Gun Club,
The Human League,
Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid.
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.