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 Antigua and from Houston.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Donald Fagen 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 Gian Franco Pienzio to the funk 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 Janne Schatter. All the underground hits.
All Agent Orange 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 electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ice-T record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quando Quango,
Ice-T,
The Raincoats,
Boogie Down Productions,
T. Rex,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Loose Ends,
Suicide,
AZ,
The Star Department,
The Trojans,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Warren Ellis,
Clear Light,
Trumans Water,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Pylon,
Fear,
a-ha,
the Germs,
Skriet,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Seeds,
Toni Rubio,
The Offenders,
The Five Americans,
Henry Cow,
The Angels of Light,
Gang of Four,
John Foxx,
The Moody Blues,
Dawn Penn,
Scott Walker,
Cecil Taylor,
Jeff Lynne,
The Sisters of Mercy,
One Last Wish,
Rapeman,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Livin' Joy,
Ralphi Rosario,
Monks,
the Normal,
DNA,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Brothers Johnson,
The Last Poets,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ohio Players,
Organ,
Sister Nancy,
Liliput,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Johnny Clarke,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lalo Schifrin,
X-101,
Throbbing Gristle,
Stockholm Monsters,
Graham Central Station,
Desert Stars,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu.
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.