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 Trinidad & Tobago 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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Ultravox to the techno 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 Crispy Ambulance. All the underground hits.
All Man Eating Sloth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bizarre Inc. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lyres record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
the Bar-Kays,
The Trojans,
The Litter,
Depeche Mode,
Sound Behaviour,
Average White Band,
Donny Hathaway,
Carl Craig,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Morten Harket,
Easy Going,
cv313,
Grauzone,
Infiniti,
Hasil Adkins,
Bob Dylan,
The Standells,
Michelle Simonal,
Ralphi Rosario,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Detroit Cobras,
Eli Mardock,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Pretty Things,
Joy Division,
Buzzcocks,
Barbara Tucker,
The Cowsills,
Inner City,
Rapeman,
Duran Duran,
The Dave Clark Five,
Wings,
Sixth Finger,
Marmalade,
kango's stein massive,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Siglo XX,
Brothers Johnson,
Organ,
Isaac Hayes,
Ice-T,
Tropical Tobacco,
Davy DMX,
Y Pants,
Letta Mbulu,
Jacob Miller,
The Last Poets,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Crispian St. Peters,
Dorothy Ashby,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Gories,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Doors,
JFA,
Black Pus,
Kenny Larkin,
EPMD, EPMD, EPMD, EPMD.
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.