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 Greece 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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Bad Manners to the techno 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 ABBA. All the underground hits.
All Boz Scaggs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Essential Logic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Half Japanese,
Yaz,
Deadbeat,
The Techniques,
Blancmange,
Jacob Miller,
Todd Rundgren,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ponytail,
Reagan Youth,
Eurythmics,
Matthew Halsall,
Bobby Womack,
The Gun Club,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bobby Byrd,
The United States of America,
Flamin' Groovies,
Stiv Bators,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Index,
Lyres,
Blake Baxter,
Maleditus Sound,
Prince Buster,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Kevin Saunderson,
Arthur Verocai,
Amazonics,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Gichy Dan,
Basic Channel,
Q65,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Cheater Slicks,
In Retrospect,
EPMD,
Siglo XX,
Ultimate Spinach,
Stockholm Monsters,
Scion,
Panda Bear,
The Modern Lovers,
Iggy Pop,
Sam Rivers,
Clear Light,
Con Funk Shun,
Nirvana,
The Pretty Things,
Robert Hood,
Alphaville,
The Young Rascals,
Crash Course in Science,
Blossom Toes,
Bluetip,
Country Teasers,
The Standells,
Donald Byrd,
David McCallum,
E-Dancer,
The Fall,
Delta 5,
Sexual Harrassment,
U.S. Maple,
Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions.
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.