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 Ecuador and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Blake Baxter to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 DJ Sneak. All the underground hits.
All the Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Modern Lovers 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sisters of Mercy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suicide,
Radiohead,
The Flesh Eaters,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Barbara Tucker,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Patti Smith,
The Mummies,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Fire Engines,
Reagan Youth,
Newcleus,
China Crisis,
Can,
The Black Dice,
Organ,
Motorama,
Junior Murvin,
Faust,
Pantytec,
Tommy Roe,
Model 500,
DJ Style,
Delta 5,
Tropical Tobacco,
Crime,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Rotary Connection,
Nirvana,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Durutti Column,
Joe Smooth,
Yellowson,
Eric Dolphy,
Erasure,
The Vogues,
The Electric Prunes,
Interpol,
Icehouse,
Intrusion,
The Beau Brummels,
EPMD,
The Pretty Things,
The Walker Brothers,
Lungfish,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Theoretical Girls,
Bluetip,
Second Layer,
June Days,
The Busters,
Terry Callier,
Brand Nubian,
Gastr Del Sol,
Jeff Mills,
Infiniti,
Amon Düül II,
The Last Poets,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Quando Quango,
Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs.
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.