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 Germany and from Stockholm.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 sitar 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 Procol Harum to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Little Man. All the underground hits.
All DJ Sneak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Mills record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Juan Atkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fall,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Nico,
The Golliwogs,
Brand Nubian,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Talk Talk,
AZ,
Bootsy Collins,
cv313,
Little Man,
Anthony Braxton,
Funkadelic,
Main Source,
The Monochrome Set,
The Cure,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
JFA,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Aswad,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
8 Eyed Spy,
Johnny Clarke,
Bobby Womack,
Moby Grape,
Aural Exciters,
The Fire Engines,
The Dirtbombs,
Agitation Free,
The Slits,
Ponytail,
the Slits,
Tres Demented,
Swell Maps,
Minutemen,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Kinks,
Neu!,
Dead Boys,
Cal Tjader,
Camberwell Now,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Birthday Party,
John Foxx,
Technova,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Von Mondo,
Fatback Band,
Sarah Menescal,
the Germs,
Interpol,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Susan Cadogan,
Young Marble Giants,
Pharoah Sanders,
Delon & Dalcan,
Underground Resistance,
Mars,
Maurizio,
48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective.
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.