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 Bangladesh and from Toronto.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 clarinet 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 Pussy Galore to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Pagans. All the underground hits.
All Grauzone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Misunderstood 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scrapy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tomorrow,
The Last Poets,
Porter Ricks,
Thompson Twins,
AZ,
Derrick Morgan,
Nas,
The American Breed,
Gil Scott Heron,
Laurel Aitken,
Wally Richardson,
K-Klass,
Pierre Henry,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Television,
Piero Umiliani,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lightning Bolt,
Hashim,
The Fire Engines,
Gerry Rafferty,
Erasure,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Neil Young,
Davy DMX,
Blossom Toes,
Anthony Braxton,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Cheater Slicks,
Spoonie Gee,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Cluster,
Average White Band,
Chris Corsano,
Deepchord,
Michelle Simonal,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Excepter,
the Bar-Kays,
Danielle Patucci,
Warren Ellis,
Joyce Sims,
Swell Maps,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ken Boothe,
Grauzone,
Joensuu 1685,
JFA,
Nils Olav,
The Happenings,
Steve Hackett,
Moss Icon,
Yazoo,
Dead Boys,
Scientists,
The Busters,
Boogie Down Productions,
cv313,
Kevin Saunderson,
China Crisis,
Amon Düül,
Khruangbin,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry.
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.