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 Suriname and from Tokyo.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 güiro 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 Neu! to the techno 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 Chris Corsano. All the underground hits.
All Don Cherry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Slits record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool G Rap & DJ Polo 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?
Traffic Nightmare,
The Velvet Underground,
The Mojo Men,
Yaz,
Fugazi,
Oneida,
Schoolly D,
Agent Orange,
The Vogues,
Depeche Mode,
Jeff Lynne,
Alton Ellis,
The Human League,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ash Ra Tempel,
DJ Sneak,
Joey Negro,
Camberwell Now,
Barbara Tucker,
Quando Quango,
Television,
Bang On A Can,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Y Pants,
Mad Mike,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
KRS-One,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Swell Maps,
Minny Pops,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Black Sheep,
Tres Demented,
Rites of Spring,
FM Einheit,
Youth Brigade,
Can,
Fela Kuti,
Cameo,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
June Days,
Tom Boy,
Aural Exciters,
The Moody Blues,
Scion,
Tommy Roe,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Tomorrow,
Derrick May,
Audionom,
Hardrive,
Outsiders,
Colin Newman,
Los Fastidios,
Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants.
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.