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 Korea North and from Mumbai.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Lower 48 to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Hashim. All the underground hits.
All Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Walker Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Junior Murvin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry Gold Smith,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Zero Boys,
The Selecter,
Crime,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Average White Band,
The Gap Band,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Brass Construction,
Quando Quango,
Scan 7,
Harpers Bizarre,
Danielle Patucci,
Minnie Riperton,
Khruangbin,
U.S. Maple,
Supertramp,
Andrew Hill,
Roy Ayers,
kango's stein massive,
Popol Vuh,
Crash Course in Science,
D'Angelo,
Slave,
Terrestrial Tones,
Aural Exciters,
The Real Kids,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Duran Duran,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Jimmy McGriff,
Byron Stingily,
Audionom,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Gun Club,
Grauzone,
Ituana,
Kas Product,
Carl Craig,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Soft Cell,
Gregory Isaacs,
Urselle,
The Misunderstood,
Curtis Mayfield,
Kenny Larkin,
Susan Cadogan,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Warren Ellis,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Names,
Jacques Brel,
The Saints,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Colin Newman,
Adolescents,
Pet Shop Boys,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic.
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.