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 Ecuador and from London.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Soul Sonic Force 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 The Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Nirvana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minny Pops record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alphaville record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Busters,
DJ Style,
Silicon Teens,
Mars,
Babytalk,
Davy DMX,
Jimmy McGriff,
Heaven 17,
The United States of America,
Ohio Players,
Average White Band,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Maurizio,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Kerri Chandler,
Parry Music,
Suburban Knight,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Angry Samoans,
Groovy Waters,
Guru Guru,
Fear,
Essential Logic,
Adolescents,
Darondo,
The Offenders,
The Remains,
Liliput,
The Leaves,
Radiopuhelimet,
Al Stewart,
Soft Machine,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Outsiders,
Thompson Twins,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Japan,
Jeff Mills,
Mary Jane Girls,
Idris Muhammad,
Trumans Water,
Donald Byrd,
Morten Harket,
James White and The Blacks,
Sight & Sound,
Godley & Creme,
The Evens,
Nas,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lou Reed,
Scott Walker,
The Motions,
Pierre Henry,
Rekid,
Neil Young,
Ralphi Rosario,
Can,
UT,
Index,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin.
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.