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 Honduras and from Spokane.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 DJ Style to the crunk 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 June of 44. All the underground hits.
All Gerry Rafferty tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Laurel Aitken record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Names record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The New Christs,
The Wake,
Pierre Henry,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Eric B and Rakim,
FM Einheit,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Arab on Radar,
Franke,
Terrestrial Tones,
Unrelated Segments,
Al Stewart,
R.M.O.,
cv313,
Fluxion,
Ten City,
The Electric Prunes,
Moby Grape,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Grey Daturas,
Rakim,
Underground Resistance,
Nik Kershaw,
Judy Mowatt,
Kurtis Blow,
Radio Birdman,
Mr. Review,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Flesh Eaters,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bobby Byrd,
Ludus,
Lou Christie,
PIL,
Excepter,
The Golliwogs,
The Techniques,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Toasters,
Ornette Coleman,
Amazonics,
The Velvet Underground,
Sugar Minott,
Eddi Front,
Royal Trux,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Real Kids,
Jerry's Kids,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Model 500,
Sandy B,
The United States of America,
Hashim,
Lower 48,
Spoonie Gee,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Subhumans,
Magma,
Popol Vuh,
Godley & Creme,
One Last Wish,
Susan Cadogan,
The Evens, The Evens, The Evens, The Evens.
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.