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 Dominica and from Mexico City.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 sitar 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 Freddie Wadling to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sugar Minott. All the underground hits.
All Country Teasers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Graham Central Station record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Flesh Eaters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cluster,
Bluetip,
UT,
Roxy Music,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Peter and Kerry,
The Fire Engines,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Toni Rubio,
Visage,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
F. McDonald,
Rakim,
Bobby Sherman,
Aaron Thompson,
Con Funk Shun,
Technova,
The Tremeloes,
June Days,
The Electric Prunes,
Bizarre Inc.,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Kurtis Blow,
Porter Ricks,
Bobby Womack,
Interpol,
The Zeros,
Crispian St. Peters,
Outsiders,
Panda Bear,
Kas Product,
Don Cherry,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Absolute Body Control,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Skriet,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Wake,
Laurel Aitken,
The Doobie Brothers,
Saccharine Trust,
Marmalade,
Radio Birdman,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Davy DMX,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Letta Mbulu,
Pierre Henry,
Brothers Johnson,
Leonard Cohen,
Juan Atkins,
Janne Schatter,
Joey Negro,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gang of Four,
Pylon,
David McCallum,
This Heat,
Eric Copeland,
Michelle Simonal,
The Human League,
Maurizio,
the Slits, the Slits, the Slits, the Slits.
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.