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 Somalia and from Seoul.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Sarah Menescal to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Lee Hazlewood. All the underground hits.
All Frankie Knuckles tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Janne Schatter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a KRS-One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eve St. Jones,
Robert Hood,
Zapp,
June of 44,
The Divine Comedy,
Jeff Lynne,
Yusef Lateef,
Anthony Braxton,
Max Romeo,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Robert Wyatt,
Funky Four + One,
Los Fastidios,
Maleditus Sound,
Little Man,
Arab on Radar,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Skatalites,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Cal Tjader,
The Buckinghams,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Donald Byrd,
Pylon,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sugar Minott,
Funkadelic,
K-Klass,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
John Lydon,
Crash Course in Science,
The Motions,
Pole,
The United States of America,
The Kinks,
Soft Cell,
Q65,
Kas Product,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Jerry Gold Smith,
ABBA,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Camberwell Now,
Matthew Bourne,
David Bowie,
Kayak,
Lyres,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Frankie Knuckles,
Marine Girls,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lebanon Hanover,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Count Five,
Trumans Water,
Bluetip,
Ultravox,
The Zeros,
Siglo XX,
Whodini, Whodini, Whodini, Whodini.
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.