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 Chad and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Toronto.
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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 K-Klass to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Depeche Mode. All the underground hits.
All Reagan Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yazoo 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Frankie Knuckles record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Clarke,
Main Source,
Thee Headcoats,
Adolescents,
Stetsasonic,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Gabor Szabo,
Quadrant,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sister Nancy,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Marshall Jefferson,
Negative Approach,
Soft Machine,
the Normal,
Fear,
Bill Near,
The Litter,
Joey Negro,
The Dave Clark Five,
Chris & Cosey,
Brick,
Siglo XX,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Todd Rundgren,
Laurel Aitken,
Bush Tetras,
K-Klass,
Lebanon Hanover,
Chris Corsano,
Cecil Taylor,
Throbbing Gristle,
Gichy Dan,
Ossler,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Fat Boys,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Traffic Nightmare,
Television,
Deadbeat,
The Busters,
Suburban Knight,
These Immortal Souls,
Frankie Knuckles,
Barbara Tucker,
The Grass Roots,
Harry Pussy,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Camberwell Now,
Newcleus,
Tres Demented,
Ohio Players,
Skaos,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Offenders,
Livin' Joy,
Donald Byrd,
The Remains, The Remains, The Remains, The Remains.
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.