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 Cuba and from Sao Paulo.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 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 The Divine Comedy 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 Brick. All the underground hits.
All Newcleus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Lydon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Curtis Mayfield record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin 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?
Das Ding,
Max Romeo,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Public Image Ltd.,
Swell Maps,
Black Bananas,
The Buckinghams,
MDC,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Maurizio,
The Red Krayola,
Ultra Naté,
Bobby Sherman,
Public Enemy,
Glambeats Corp.,
the Bar-Kays,
Trumans Water,
The Evens,
Ponytail,
Outsiders,
The Motions,
John Cale,
The Sound,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Japan,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ultravox,
Steve Hackett,
Goldenarms,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Chris Corsano,
Ronnie Foster,
Eve St. Jones,
Hashim,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Sonics,
Darondo,
Kayak,
The Mojo Men,
Alphaville,
UT,
Minnie Riperton,
These Immortal Souls,
Crooked Eye,
Iggy Pop,
The J.B.'s,
The Velvet Underground,
The Raincoats,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Grass Roots,
Agitation Free,
Warren Ellis,
the Normal,
Carl Craig,
Arcadia,
Cecil Taylor,
The Young Rascals,
Kevin Saunderson,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Suicide,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Young Marble Giants,
Technova, Technova, Technova, Technova.
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.