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 Benin and from Mexico City.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 mellotron 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 Symarip to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Man Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Second Layer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sexual Harrassment record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Lynne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deakin,
Brick,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bobby Byrd,
Lower 48,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Crispy Ambulance,
Youth Brigade,
Bootsy Collins,
The Moleskins,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Slick Rick,
Simply Red,
Pole,
Buzzcocks,
Vladislav Delay,
X-Ray Spex,
Mission of Burma,
Nirvana,
Tropical Tobacco,
EPMD,
Section 25,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Loose Ends,
Brothers Johnson,
Fatback Band,
Yazoo,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Cramps,
Whodini,
Todd Terry,
Monolake,
Average White Band,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
JFA,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Rotary Connection,
Country Teasers,
Radio Birdman,
The Gladiators,
The Gories,
The Litter,
Johnny Osbourne,
Kenny Larkin,
Arthur Verocai,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Wake,
Dorothy Ashby,
Swell Maps,
Rufus Thomas,
Sexual Harrassment,
Girls At Our Best!,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Moody Blues,
Mr. Review,
Avey Tare,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement.
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.