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 Argentina and from Mexico City.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Accra.
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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Walker Brothers to the electroclash 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 Bush Tetras. All the underground hits.
All Interpol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donny Hathaway 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blake Baxter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Hutcherson,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Piero Umiliani,
Lightning Bolt,
Shoche,
Yaz,
The Raincoats,
the Bar-Kays,
Chris Corsano,
John Foxx,
Babytalk,
The Pretty Things,
Interpol,
Wally Richardson,
Maurizio,
KRS-One,
Erykah Badu,
Ituana,
Flash Fearless,
Scrapy,
June of 44,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sparks,
The Seeds,
Boredoms,
Lebanon Hanover,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Kinks,
Eve St. Jones,
Mark Hollis,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Durutti Column,
The Wake,
New York Dolls,
U.S. Maple,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Scott Walker,
Spandau Ballet,
Todd Rundgren,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Avey Tare,
The Gun Club,
Pere Ubu,
Johnny Osbourne,
Pantytec,
Schoolly D,
The Saints,
Funkadelic,
John Lydon,
Hot Snakes,
Echospace,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Aswad,
Funky Four + One,
Bill Wells,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Franke,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Delon & Dalcan,
Zapp,
The Move, The Move, The Move, The Move.
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.