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 South Sudan and from Lagos.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz to the disco 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 Black Sheep. All the underground hits.
All Los Fastidios tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quantec 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rekid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum 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?
Public Enemy,
DNA,
The Vogues,
Rites of Spring,
The Gap Band,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Martian,
Scion,
Symarip,
Scientists,
Crispy Ambulance,
Boredoms,
Barry Ungar,
Eurythmics,
8 Eyed Spy,
Camouflage,
The Sound,
Grandmaster Flash,
Guru Guru,
Television Personalities,
The Mojo Men,
The Angels of Light,
Terry Callier,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Durutti Column,
Byron Stingily,
Dual Sessions,
Deepchord,
The Music Machine,
Fatback Band,
Basic Channel,
The Star Department,
Dorothy Ashby,
Danielle Patucci,
Soft Cell,
Amon Düül II,
Pierre Henry,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Electric Prunes,
Michelle Simonal,
FM Einheit,
DJ Style,
Lindisfarne,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
June Days,
Skarface,
Eric Copeland,
The Misunderstood,
Depeche Mode,
Nation of Ulysses,
Susan Cadogan,
Surgeon,
R.M.O.,
Youth Brigade,
Crooked Eye,
Lakeside,
The Move,
Soul II Soul,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lou Reed,
The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five.
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.