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 Canada and from Accra.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Stockholm.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 DJ Sneak to the dance 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 Altered Images. All the underground hits.
All Cheater Slicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tommy Roe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Misunderstood,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Kaleidoscope,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Wake,
Ten City,
Moss Icon,
The Names,
Black Pus,
Skriet,
Joyce Sims,
KRS-One,
Brick,
Fad Gadget,
Wasted Youth,
Television,
Can,
Bush Tetras,
The Flesh Eaters,
Monolake,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Vogues,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Tommy Roe,
Ultravox,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Index,
Charles Mingus,
Robert Hood,
Inner City,
Mo-Dettes,
Matthew Bourne,
The Stooges,
Traffic Nightmare,
Amon Düül,
John Foxx,
Dawn Penn,
Rhythm & Sound,
Kerri Chandler,
The United States of America,
Jeru the Damaja,
Joensuu 1685,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Crash Course in Science,
Idris Muhammad,
X-Ray Spex,
The Angels of Light,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Con Funk Shun,
Archie Shepp,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Searchers,
Cameo,
The Last Poets,
The Residents,
Eve St. Jones,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Quadrant,
Sarah Menescal,
The Evens,
Curtis Mayfield,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Cymande, Cymande, Cymande, Cymande.
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.