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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Madrid.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 marimba 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 E-Dancer to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Cabaret Voltaire. All the underground hits.
All Simply Red tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hardrive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DNA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Inner City,
the Sonics,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Mr. Review,
The Raincoats,
David Axelrod,
The Misunderstood,
The Standells,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Wake,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Vainqueur,
Joensuu 1685,
10cc,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Offenders,
The Black Dice,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Rites of Spring,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The J.B.'s,
Juan Atkins,
Aswad,
Gastr Del Sol,
Isaac Hayes,
Lebanon Hanover,
Depeche Mode,
The Pop Group,
Crime,
Public Image Ltd.,
Mo-Dettes,
Bush Tetras,
Yaz,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Arcadia,
Blossom Toes,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Howard Jones,
The Human League,
EPMD,
DJ Style,
Marvin Gaye,
Minor Threat,
F. McDonald,
The Neon Judgement,
Flipper,
Henry Cow,
The Detroit Cobras,
Cameo,
Radiohead,
Blake Baxter,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Todd Rundgren,
Pantaleimon,
Quantec,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Robert Wyatt,
Bad Manners,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs.
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.