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 Belgium and from Salvador.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Flash Fearless to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Mad Mike. All the underground hits.
All Altered Images tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobbi Humphrey record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sugar Minott record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb 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 Invisible,
Toni Rubio,
CMW,
Frankie Knuckles,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
James White and The Blacks,
Roxette,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Q and Not U,
The Remains,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Zeros,
48th St. Collective,
Isaac Hayes,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Pussy Galore,
Brass Construction,
Das Ding,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Wasted Youth,
Avey Tare,
Panda Bear,
Siglo XX,
The Trojans,
The Knickerbockers,
Eddi Front,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Alison Limerick,
Ituana,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Graham Central Station,
Hasil Adkins,
Davy DMX,
Dorothy Ashby,
T. Rex,
Ornette Coleman,
Pole,
Neu!,
Black Moon,
Funkadelic,
Lindisfarne,
Deakin,
Rhythm & Sound,
Steve Hackett,
Sun Ra,
Moss Icon,
World's Most,
Joe Finger,
The Gories,
Accadde A,
Aaron Thompson,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bill Wells,
Malaria!,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Quando Quango,
Bobby Byrd,
This Heat,
Wings, Wings, Wings, Wings.
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.