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 Ukraine and from Jakarta.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Seoul.
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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Cheater Slicks to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 kango's stein massive. All the underground hits.
All EPMD tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moleskins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flipper record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick May,
Godley & Creme,
Fugazi,
Marc Almond,
Flipper,
Anthony Braxton,
Bill Near,
The Smoke,
B.T. Express,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Nik Kershaw,
Blossom Toes,
The Velvet Underground,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Cluster,
Tropical Tobacco,
Robert Hood,
Model 500,
Amon Düül,
Half Japanese,
Desert Stars,
Wings,
Public Image Ltd.,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Mighty Diamonds,
PIL,
Rod Modell,
Rapeman,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Alice Coltrane,
Moss Icon,
The Blackbyrds,
Can,
The Fire Engines,
The Mojo Men,
Simply Red,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Goldenarms,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Last Poets,
Mandrill,
Lyres,
Arthur Verocai,
Ten City,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Tubeway Army,
Black Bananas,
The Fall,
The Sound,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Echospace,
Ituana,
Aaron Thompson,
John Cale,
Suburban Knight,
The Star Department,
Freddie Wadling,
Jacques Brel,
Outsiders,
Maurizio,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lower 48,
Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin.
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.