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 Mauritius and from Milan.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Lou Reed 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band to the rap 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 H. Thieme. All the underground hits.
All The Birthday Party tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crime record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funky Four + One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Rites of Spring,
Howard Jones,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
DJ Style,
Jerry's Kids,
Pere Ubu,
Johnny Clarke,
X-102,
Yazoo,
Q and Not U,
Rod Modell,
Skarface,
The Remains,
Clear Light,
Siglo XX,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Warsaw,
Lakeside,
a-ha,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Angels of Light,
Y Pants,
China Crisis,
Silicon Teens,
Sam Rivers,
Fad Gadget,
the Association,
Fluxion,
Hoover,
Ten City,
John Lydon,
Procol Harum,
Quantec,
Rapeman,
Angry Samoans,
Andrew Hill,
Stetsasonic,
Sarah Menescal,
Pierre Henry,
Harry Pussy,
Leonard Cohen,
Section 25,
Cecil Taylor,
Roxette,
Albert Ayler,
Kenny Larkin,
Nils Olav,
The Star Department,
Livin' Joy,
Inner City,
the Sonics,
Todd Terry,
The Names,
OOIOO,
Jeru the Damaja,
Smog,
Johnny Osbourne,
Jeff Lynne,
Main Source,
Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller.
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.