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 Tanzania and from Milan.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 guitar 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 Sandy B to the disco 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Wings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Larry & the Blue Notes 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quadrant record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stetsasonic,
Dark Day,
The Offenders,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Rhythm & Sound,
Reagan Youth,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Crash Course in Science,
Brick,
The Skatalites,
E-Dancer,
Beasts of Bourbon,
F. McDonald,
Accadde A,
Pussy Galore,
Quando Quango,
The Vogues,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Niagra,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Moss Icon,
Massinfluence,
Todd Rundgren,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
the Soft Cell,
Japan,
Magazine,
Deakin,
Alton Ellis,
John Cale,
The Mummies,
LL Cool J,
The Cramps,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Blues Magoos,
The Mojo Men,
Porter Ricks,
The Golliwogs,
Amon Düül,
Mary Jane Girls,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Monks,
DNA,
Archie Shepp,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Peter & Gordon,
Audionom,
The Last Poets,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Smiths,
New York Dolls,
Chris Corsano,
The Cowsills,
Main Source,
Black Sheep,
Silicon Teens,
Suicide,
Radio Birdman,
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.