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 Bhutan and from Philadelphia.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 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 Lonnie Liston Smith to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 London Community Gospel Choir. All the underground hits.
All Donald Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ossler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiopuhelimet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monochrome Set,
Flash Fearless,
Gerry Rafferty,
Henry Cow,
Sam Rivers,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
UT,
The Barracudas,
Outsiders,
Pulsallama,
The Gories,
ABC,
Monks,
The Move,
The Durutti Column,
Negative Approach,
Faraquet,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Minnie Riperton,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Neon Judgement,
Black Sheep,
Roy Ayers,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
James White and The Blacks,
Livin' Joy,
Alphaville,
Marshall Jefferson,
PIL,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Public Enemy,
Panda Bear,
Lyres,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Selecter,
Tropical Tobacco,
Rod Modell,
Blancmange,
Pharoah Sanders,
DJ Style,
Colin Newman,
Pagans,
Marcia Griffiths,
Janne Schatter,
Pole,
Kevin Saunderson,
Dorothy Ashby,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Matthew Bourne,
The Kinks,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Wally Richardson,
The Names,
Agent Orange,
The Fuzztones,
Anthony Braxton,
Y Pants,
Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode.
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.