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 Nicaragua and from Portland.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Liliput to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 cv313. All the underground hits.
All the Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cal Tjader record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Whodini,
Skriet,
New Order,
Scan 7,
Model 500,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Panda Bear,
Qualms,
Lakeside,
London Community Gospel Choir,
U.S. Maple,
Cluster,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Aural Exciters,
Marcia Griffiths,
Hot Snakes,
This Heat,
The Music Machine,
Sandy B,
Main Source,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Pulsallama,
The Sonics,
Robert Hood,
Sugar Minott,
Warsaw,
The Smoke,
China Crisis,
Judy Mowatt,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Pantaleimon,
John Coltrane,
Johnny Osbourne,
Funky Four + One,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Heaven 17,
Delta 5,
Urselle,
Shoche,
Sex Pistols,
Quantec,
The Durutti Column,
Crooked Eye,
MDC,
Flash Fearless,
Joe Smooth,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Dual Sessions,
The Wake,
Infiniti,
June Days,
KRS-One,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Soft Cell,
Terry Callier,
Electric Prunes,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Motorama,
Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons.
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.