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 Ukraine and from Shanghai.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 marimba 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 New Age Steppers to the jazz 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 Kevin Saunderson. All the underground hits.
All Prince Buster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blake Baxter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nirvana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronnie Foster,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Pet Shop Boys,
Big Daddy Kane,
Chris & Cosey,
48th St. Collective,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Rapeman,
Youth Brigade,
X-102,
The Alarm Clocks,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Symarip,
Albert Ayler,
Tim Buckley,
Cluster,
John Foxx,
Index,
Derrick May,
Alton Ellis,
Althea and Donna,
The Gories,
Juan Atkins,
Marshall Jefferson,
Warsaw,
Lee Hazlewood,
Yellowson,
Fad Gadget,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lucky Dragons,
Shuggie Otis,
Rites of Spring,
DNA,
Popol Vuh,
Barry Ungar,
New Age Steppers,
Minutemen,
Suicide,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Cybotron,
Man Eating Sloth,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Monolake,
Marine Girls,
Vainqueur,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Agitation Free,
Reagan Youth,
The Trojans,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Dead C,
Interpol,
Ronan,
Pagans,
The Pretty Things,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Michelle Simonal,
Bob Dylan,
Sixth Finger,
Motorama,
Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks.
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.