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 Angola and from Toronto.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Saccharine Trust to the funk 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 The Misunderstood. All the underground hits.
All Barrington Levy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Victims record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angry Samoans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gong,
Country Teasers,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Gun Club,
Cybotron,
New York Dolls,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Mission of Burma,
Arthur Verocai,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Thompson Twins,
Sound Behaviour,
Warsaw,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Scrapy,
Jimmy McGriff,
Johnny Clarke,
Angry Samoans,
Television Personalities,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ornette Coleman,
The Stooges,
Organ,
Cluster,
Lucky Dragons,
Flash Fearless,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Tremeloes,
Black Moon,
cv313,
Rapeman,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Television,
Sexual Harrassment,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Donald Byrd,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Hoover,
Harpers Bizarre,
Groovy Waters,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Scan 7,
Eden Ahbez,
the Human League,
Circle Jerks,
Magazine,
CMW,
Dorothy Ashby,
Desert Stars,
Gang Starr,
Derrick Morgan,
Surgeon,
Niagra,
Donny Hathaway,
Magma,
Schoolly D,
Alice Coltrane,
Excepter,
Slave,
The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine.
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.