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 Liberia and from Bremen.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 snare 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 Spoonie Gee to the techno 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 Soul II Soul. All the underground hits.
All Marc Almond tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lonnie Liston Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agent Orange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Organ,
Magma,
Quantec,
The Cure,
The Velvet Underground,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Au Pairs,
Tom Boy,
Deakin,
Eric Copeland,
the Swans,
June of 44,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Trumans Water,
Eddi Front,
Aloha Tigers,
Andrew Hill,
Gastr Del Sol,
Tears for Fears,
The Red Krayola,
Zero Boys,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Von Mondo,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Five Americans,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Godley & Creme,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gang of Four,
Hashim,
Adolescents,
Smog,
Fatback Band,
Circle Jerks,
The Dead C,
The Count Five,
Desert Stars,
Pantytec,
Harmonia,
Cymande,
Neu!,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Intrusion,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ornette Coleman,
Bauhaus,
Matthew Halsall,
Lakeside,
Fear,
Kaleidoscope,
Al Stewart,
The Alarm Clocks,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
the Association,
The Cramps,
Lee Hazlewood,
Minutemen,
Los Fastidios,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gabor Szabo,
EPMD,
LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J.
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.