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 Barbados and from Glasgow.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 chamberlin 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 Junior Murvin to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Mars. All the underground hits.
All Clear Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every kango's stein massive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Subhumans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Selecter,
Aloha Tigers,
Television,
June Days,
Cheater Slicks,
Bill Near,
Wasted Youth,
Buzzcocks,
Toni Rubio,
Sight & Sound,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Joy Division,
Tommy Roe,
Bang On A Can,
Jeff Mills,
Junior Murvin,
Bizarre Inc.,
Y Pants,
The Birthday Party,
Liliput,
Byron Stingily,
The Busters,
Jawbox,
Fat Boys,
Albert Ayler,
The Stooges,
Supertramp,
Dual Sessions,
Harpers Bizarre,
Prince Buster,
The Fall,
Juan Atkins,
Sister Nancy,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bill Wells,
Mad Mike,
Alton Ellis,
Siglo XX,
Minutemen,
The Shadows of Knight,
Malaria!,
Oblivians,
48th St. Collective,
ABC,
Pet Shop Boys,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Brass Construction,
Ralphi Rosario,
Michelle Simonal,
The Monks,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Brothers Johnson,
Heaven 17,
Massinfluence,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Leaves,
The Wake,
Intrusion,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
X-101, X-101, X-101, X-101.
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.