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 Oman and from Calgary.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Grandmaster Flash to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Bobbi Humphrey. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Mills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Selecter 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terror Squad Feat. Camron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Mills,
Ralphi Rosario,
Infiniti,
T. Rex,
Minutemen,
Girls At Our Best!,
Buzzcocks,
The Gun Club,
X-Ray Spex,
Kevin Saunderson,
Joensuu 1685,
Stereo Dub,
MDC,
Aswad,
Slick Rick,
Stiv Bators,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Underground Resistance,
Danielle Patucci,
Nico,
Tubeway Army,
kango's stein massive,
Q and Not U,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Kinks,
The Selecter,
Kaleidoscope,
The Red Krayola,
Kenny Larkin,
Lower 48,
The Motions,
The Star Department,
Organ,
Barbara Tucker,
Minnie Riperton,
Camouflage,
In Retrospect,
Stetsasonic,
Deepchord,
Todd Rundgren,
CMW,
Moby Grape,
The Evens,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Peter and Kerry,
Loose Ends,
Mission of Burma,
Pere Ubu,
The Fire Engines,
Hardrive,
Yaz,
Black Flag,
Theoretical Girls,
Sonny Sharrock,
Susan Cadogan,
Black Pus,
MC5,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
AZ,
The Happenings,
Sarah Menescal,
Swans, Swans, Swans, Swans.
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.