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 Afghanistan and from Philadelphia.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Wire to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 New Age Steppers. All the underground hits.
All The Fuzztones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maleditus Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marmalade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gregory Isaacs,
LL Cool J,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Happenings,
Drexciya,
Cal Tjader,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sexual Harrassment,
the Human League,
Dawn Penn,
Cheater Slicks,
Blake Baxter,
Quando Quango,
Thompson Twins,
Rites of Spring,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Beau Brummels,
Minor Threat,
Banda Bassotti,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ralphi Rosario,
Nils Olav,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bill Near,
Gang Gang Dance,
Robert Wyatt,
D'Angelo,
Kurtis Blow,
Sun City Girls,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Magazine,
Public Enemy,
Aaron Thompson,
Moebius,
R.M.O.,
Harry Pussy,
The Kinks,
Blancmange,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Cameo,
Main Source,
Delta 5,
June of 44,
Don Cherry,
Pantaleimon,
David Axelrod,
Avey Tare,
Brothers Johnson,
Parry Music,
Althea and Donna,
The Offenders,
Lalo Schifrin,
Visage,
Soul Sonic Force,
Rotary Connection,
The Young Rascals,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lalann, Lalann, Lalann, Lalann.
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.