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 Brunei and from Manila.
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 Copenhagen and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Andrew Hill to the techno 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic. All the underground hits.
All Suicide tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Terry 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Circle Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonic Youth,
ABC,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Surgeon,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Livin' Joy,
Derrick May,
Josef K,
Roxy Music,
One Last Wish,
Zero Boys,
Funkadelic,
Rapeman,
Minor Threat,
The Slits,
Ultravox,
Excepter,
Iggy Pop,
Boogie Down Productions,
Davy DMX,
Crash Course in Science,
Girls At Our Best!,
Toni Rubio,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Piero Umiliani,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Jacques Brel,
Jawbox,
The Monochrome Set,
Groovy Waters,
The Smoke,
Gong,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sun Ra,
Ronnie Foster,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Monks,
Hashim,
Outsiders,
Thompson Twins,
Babytalk,
Make Up,
Jeff Mills,
Amazonics,
Bill Near,
Agitation Free,
Public Enemy,
Moss Icon,
Eurythmics,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sugar Minott,
Interpol,
Reuben Wilson,
Fear,
a-ha,
Traffic Nightmare,
Panda Bear,
Soulsonic Force,
Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig.
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.