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 Morocco and from Portland.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Gang Gang Dance to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Black Pus. All the underground hits.
All Model 500 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious Big And Bone Thugs 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter & Gordon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord 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?
Bobby Byrd,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Patti Smith,
Jacob Miller,
Toni Rubio,
Bush Tetras,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gil Scott Heron,
Brand Nubian,
Rekid,
The American Breed,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Idris Muhammad,
Yaz,
10cc,
Johnny Clarke,
Susan Cadogan,
Mo-Dettes,
Moebius,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Tremeloes,
The Walker Brothers,
Todd Terry,
Hot Snakes,
Camouflage,
Unrelated Segments,
The Motions,
Tears for Fears,
Rakim,
Tommy Roe,
The Trojans,
Outsiders,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Arcadia,
X-102,
Black Moon,
Ituana,
Bad Manners,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Warsaw,
The Durutti Column,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Robert Hood,
Kurtis Blow,
Excepter,
Agitation Free,
Isaac Hayes,
The Cowsills,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Cheater Slicks,
Harry Pussy,
Porter Ricks,
Neil Young,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
LL Cool J,
Rufus Thomas,
Reagan Youth,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Kas Product,
Pulsallama,
Morten Harket,
The Saints,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish.
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.