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 Ghana and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the güiro 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 Be Bop Deluxe to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Talk Talk. All the underground hits.
All The Trojans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June Days 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fad Gadget record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Icehouse,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
the Swans,
Jerry's Kids,
The Smiths,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Swell Maps,
Metal Thangz,
8 Eyed Spy,
Faust,
Jeff Lynne,
Bobby Womack,
New Age Steppers,
Japan,
Rhythm & Sound,
X-Ray Spex,
Pierre Henry,
T. Rex,
B.T. Express,
Porter Ricks,
John Foxx,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Henry Cow,
Johnny Osbourne,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Amon Düül II,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Mark Hollis,
John Cale,
Rekid,
Arcadia,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Second Layer,
Essential Logic,
The Fortunes,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Whodini,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Josef K,
The Monochrome Set,
Gastr Del Sol,
Gong,
Alton Ellis,
Liliput,
Animal Collective,
Grey Daturas,
Pantaleimon,
Con Funk Shun,
Idris Muhammad,
EPMD,
Pantytec,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ponytail,
The Dave Clark Five,
Carl Craig,
Angry Samoans,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Max Romeo,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Silicon Teens,
Altered Images,
The New Christs,
Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins.
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.