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 Sierra Leone and from Bologna.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Jacob Miller to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 LL Cool J. All the underground hits.
All Isaac Hayes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every EPMD record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donny Hathaway record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tommy Roe,
Basic Channel,
CMW,
Bootsy Collins,
the Slits,
Soulsonic Force,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Royal Trux,
Lalann,
Stetsasonic,
Mary Jane Girls,
Barry Ungar,
The Monks,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Standells,
8 Eyed Spy,
Graham Central Station,
Hardrive,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Janne Schatter,
Blossom Toes,
Albert Ayler,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Black Sheep,
Aswad,
F. McDonald,
Piero Umiliani,
Lalo Schifrin,
10cc,
Unwound,
Kerri Chandler,
Lower 48,
World's Most,
In Retrospect,
Josef K,
Absolute Body Control,
The Mummies,
Malaria!,
Black Moon,
Lyres,
Sparks,
X-101,
T. Rex,
Ten City,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Red Krayola,
Bronski Beat,
The Doobie Brothers,
Panda Bear,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Victims,
Urselle,
Mandrill,
The Smiths,
the Swans,
The Durutti Column,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Saints,
June Days,
David Bowie,
Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins.
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.