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 Kenya and from Copenhagen.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Cowsills to the grunge 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 Barrington Levy. All the underground hits.
All R.M.O. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Trojans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Stooges,
DJ Style,
Wire,
Janne Schatter,
Ultravox,
Piero Umiliani,
the Normal,
Crime,
Reagan Youth,
Cymande,
The Angels of Light,
Eric B and Rakim,
Schoolly D,
Davy DMX,
Max Romeo,
Joey Negro,
Tommy Roe,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Litter,
Idris Muhammad,
Thee Headcoats,
OOIOO,
Spandau Ballet,
Ludus,
Peter & Gordon,
Slick Rick,
Blancmange,
Trumans Water,
Marshall Jefferson,
Aural Exciters,
Wally Richardson,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Standells,
Flamin' Groovies,
Harpers Bizarre,
Gastr Del Sol,
Joe Smooth,
Warsaw,
The Index,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Zero Boys,
Arab on Radar,
Bizarre Inc.,
Erasure,
Index,
The Toasters,
Tears for Fears,
The Leaves,
James White and The Blacks,
Nas,
Jerry's Kids,
Oblivians,
the Fania All-Stars,
FM Einheit,
Procol Harum,
Inner City,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Monolake,
Eric Dolphy,
Black Flag,
Joensuu 1685,
Can, Can, Can, Can.
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.