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 Ukraine and from Lille.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 linndrum 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Bronski Beat. All the underground hits.
All Country Joe & The Fish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ash Ra Tempel 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Prince Buster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boogie Down Productions,
Joensuu 1685,
E-Dancer,
Gang Green,
Boredoms,
Minor Threat,
Tubeway Army,
Bad Manners,
Quando Quango,
Soul II Soul,
Lower 48,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Blake Baxter,
Harpers Bizarre,
Television Personalities,
The Remains,
Swell Maps,
The Associates,
Joe Finger,
a-ha,
Johnny Clarke,
Jandek,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Chris Corsano,
Bill Near,
Eric Copeland,
Ornette Coleman,
Todd Rundgren,
Terry Callier,
Siglo XX,
Michelle Simonal,
Connie Case,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Crash Course in Science,
The Raincoats,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Zeros,
Susan Cadogan,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Fatback Band,
Toni Rubio,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Jeff Lynne,
John Cale,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Cosmic Jokers,
K-Klass,
Basic Channel,
Index,
Mission of Burma,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ice-T,
La Düsseldorf,
The Searchers,
The Pop Group,
Average White Band,
Public Image Ltd.,
KRS-One,
Anakelly,
Flipper,
The Music Machine,
Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins.
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.