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 Denmark and from Woodstock.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 güiro 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 The Vogues to the punk 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 Cecil Taylor. All the underground hits.
All Mo-Dettes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Buckinghams record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rufus Thomas,
Joe Smooth,
Chris Corsano,
Matthew Halsall,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Offenders,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Spandau Ballet,
Neil Young,
The J.B.'s,
Mission of Burma,
Jesper Dahlback,
Brass Construction,
Dawn Penn,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Skarface,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Mary Jane Girls,
Man Eating Sloth,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Dead C,
The Fall,
Moebius,
Rosa Yemen,
Excepter,
Con Funk Shun,
Dark Day,
Bush Tetras,
Junior Murvin,
Roy Ayers,
Anthony Braxton,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Eurythmics,
The Grass Roots,
Basic Channel,
E-Dancer,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Subhumans,
Soft Machine,
Outsiders,
The American Breed,
KRS-One,
Radiohead,
Mark Hollis,
OOIOO,
Lakeside,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sällskapet,
Pole,
The Dirtbombs,
Skriet,
Babytalk,
Ornette Coleman,
Organ,
Oblivians,
Sandy B,
Byron Stingily,
The Human League,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet.
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.