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 Turkey and from Hong Kong.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Bobby Byrd to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Idris Muhammad. All the underground hits.
All Gang Green tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harmonia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fortunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boz Scaggs,
Kevin Saunderson,
MDC,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Chrome,
Fatback Band,
Dave Gahan,
Metal Thangz,
Agitation Free,
Alton Ellis,
Nas,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Invisible,
Subhumans,
Maleditus Sound,
Patti Smith,
Tomorrow,
Radiohead,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The American Breed,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Essential Logic,
Kurtis Blow,
Brick,
X-102,
Moss Icon,
Delta 5,
Fear,
Quadrant,
New Age Steppers,
The Blues Magoos,
Sexual Harrassment,
Tres Demented,
Cameo,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The New Christs,
Hoover,
Donald Byrd,
David McCallum,
Nirvana,
Absolute Body Control,
June of 44,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Japan,
X-Ray Spex,
Altered Images,
Young Marble Giants,
Junior Murvin,
Robert Hood,
Gang of Four,
These Immortal Souls,
The Count Five,
Panda Bear,
Arcadia,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Juan Atkins,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Visage,
Erasure,
Stereo Dub,
Loose Ends,
Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond.
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.