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 Afghanistan and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 oboe 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 Gang of Four to the grime 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 The Last Poets. All the underground hits.
All Fela Kuti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonny Sharrock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Accadde A record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erykah Badu,
Basic Channel,
Mantronix,
Todd Rundgren,
Black Moon,
Outsiders,
Television Personalities,
Morten Harket,
Scrapy,
Ornette Coleman,
Electric Prunes,
Bill Near,
Minutemen,
The Kinks,
Slick Rick,
Motorama,
Niagra,
Au Pairs,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Dave Clark Five,
Fela Kuti,
Tres Demented,
UT,
New Order,
Aswad,
Camouflage,
Zapp,
Can,
The Fuzztones,
The Knickerbockers,
Fear,
Jeru the Damaja,
Moby Grape,
Mars,
The Smiths,
Gregory Isaacs,
New Age Steppers,
Hoover,
LL Cool J,
Neil Young,
Curtis Mayfield,
Minny Pops,
the Germs,
Nils Olav,
Barrington Levy,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Trojans,
James White and The Blacks,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Eric Dolphy,
Groovy Waters,
Colin Newman,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Oneida,
Reagan Youth,
The Pop Group,
Sugar Minott,
Jacob Miller,
Graham Central Station,
Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange.
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.