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 Beijing.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Holger Czukay 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 Yellowson to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Fania All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All David Axelrod tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Trumans Water record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Icehouse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fort Wilson Riot,
Carl Craig,
Cal Tjader,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Outsiders,
Brothers Johnson,
Television,
Scientists,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Knickerbockers,
Ohio Players,
Jeff Lynne,
Todd Terry,
Faraquet,
Grey Daturas,
Agent Orange,
The Associates,
Tim Buckley,
Pussy Galore,
Alphaville,
Warsaw,
Malaria!,
Blake Baxter,
Amazonics,
Man Eating Sloth,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Neil Young,
Angry Samoans,
OOIOO,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Slackers,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Fugs,
Ice-T,
The Selecter,
The Red Krayola,
Eurythmics,
Tom Boy,
Gang of Four,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
David McCallum,
Piero Umiliani,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Metal Thangz,
the Swans,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Maleditus Sound,
Johnny Clarke,
The Standells,
Talk Talk,
Erasure,
Albert Ayler,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Eli Mardock,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
B.T. Express,
Eric Copeland,
The Doors,
Drive Like Jehu,
Matthew Bourne,
Bluetip,
Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock.
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.