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 Latvia and from Shanghai.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Grass Roots to the rock 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 JFA. All the underground hits.
All Nas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maleditus Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a It's A Beautiful Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gories,
Vladislav Delay,
Rotary Connection,
Nation of Ulysses,
These Immortal Souls,
the Sonics,
The Residents,
10cc,
Average White Band,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Boredoms,
The Monks,
Wolf Eyes,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Fifty Foot Hose,
JFA,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Fugs,
Jeff Lynne,
The Five Americans,
Inner City,
Royal Trux,
Adolescents,
Man Parrish,
The Neon Judgement,
Shoche,
Tres Demented,
the Swans,
Sonic Youth,
The Buckinghams,
New Age Steppers,
the Germs,
Harpers Bizarre,
Marmalade,
Japan,
Electric Prunes,
Pharoah Sanders,
Camberwell Now,
Crispian St. Peters,
Frankie Knuckles,
Underground Resistance,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Zeros,
the Bar-Kays,
Grey Daturas,
FM Einheit,
8 Eyed Spy,
Traffic Nightmare,
The New Christs,
Ponytail,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Skarface,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Rekid,
The Leaves,
Saccharine Trust,
Eve St. Jones,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth.
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.