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 Chad and from Tokyo.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 mellotron 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 Banda Bassotti to the dance 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme. All the underground hits.
All Bizarre Inc. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter and Kerry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Age Steppers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Durutti Column,
The Leaves,
Boogie Down Productions,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Rakim,
Spoonie Gee,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Yellowson,
Jeff Mills,
New Age Steppers,
The Grass Roots,
Roy Ayers,
Joy Division,
Sparks,
The Wake,
John Coltrane,
Yusef Lateef,
AZ,
ABBA,
Freddie Wadling,
Marc Almond,
Chris & Cosey,
The Birthday Party,
Unrelated Segments,
Marcia Griffiths,
The American Breed,
Brothers Johnson,
Tom Boy,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Juan Atkins,
KRS-One,
Faraquet,
Nico,
The Victims,
The Index,
Sugar Minott,
Derrick Morgan,
Cymande,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Khruangbin,
CMW,
MDC,
Marmalade,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Easy Going,
Ice-T,
The Beau Brummels,
Thee Headcoats,
Eric B and Rakim,
Fat Boys,
Circle Jerks,
Mars,
Ultimate Spinach,
Erasure,
Model 500,
X-101,
Rekid,
Donny Hathaway,
Kas Product,
Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow.
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.