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 Kenya and from Tehran.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Rekid. All the underground hits.
All Audionom tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rekid record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Techniques record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brand Nubian,
Maleditus Sound,
The Grass Roots,
Buzzcocks,
Bad Manners,
Thompson Twins,
The Gun Club,
Davy DMX,
U.S. Maple,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Matthew Bourne,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Jeff Lynne,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Henry Cow,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ludus,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
OOIOO,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Animal Collective,
Oneida,
X-101,
Eden Ahbez,
The Five Americans,
Liliput,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Circle Jerks,
Aural Exciters,
Man Parrish,
Hashim,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Motorama,
Erasure,
The Golliwogs,
Bobby Womack,
Tres Demented,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Warsaw,
Amon Düül II,
the Association,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Joey Negro,
Underground Resistance,
Jimmy McGriff,
Fad Gadget,
Brothers Johnson,
Flipper,
Swell Maps,
F. McDonald,
Yazoo,
Lakeside,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Dead Boys,
Anthony Braxton,
Pantytec,
ABC,
Hoover, Hoover, Hoover, Hoover.
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.