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 Jamaica and from Winnipeg.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Tom Verlaine 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 The Zeros to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Adolescents. All the underground hits.
All Crime tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kurtis Blow 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tommy Roe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nils Olav,
B.T. Express,
Davy DMX,
Monks,
Infiniti,
Kenny Larkin,
Letta Mbulu,
Jeru the Damaja,
Laurel Aitken,
Pylon,
Tears for Fears,
E-Dancer,
UT,
Mr. Review,
June of 44,
Barbara Tucker,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Brand Nubian,
Minutemen,
Black Bananas,
David Axelrod,
Matthew Halsall,
Darondo,
Eurythmics,
Bobby Sherman,
Brick,
The Saints,
MDC,
Surgeon,
Crooked Eye,
Pharoah Sanders,
Talk Talk,
John Coltrane,
Jeff Lynne,
The Vogues,
Maleditus Sound,
Thompson Twins,
Sister Nancy,
Sonic Youth,
Aural Exciters,
The Residents,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ohio Players,
Nas,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Fear,
Soul II Soul,
Amon Düül II,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
China Crisis,
The J.B.'s,
Camberwell Now,
These Immortal Souls,
Deepchord,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Offenders,
Dennis Brown,
The Slits,
Don Cherry,
Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's.
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.