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 Jamaica and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Philadelphia.
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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the organ 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 Talk Talk to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Dawn Penn. All the underground hits.
All Pantaleimon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faraquet 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Surgeon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric B and Rakim,
Soul II Soul,
Alphaville,
Oneida,
Lou Christie,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
48th St. Collective,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Y Pants,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
New York Dolls,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ten City,
The Fugs,
The Skatalites,
Kurtis Blow,
Technova,
Gang Green,
Joyce Sims,
Throbbing Gristle,
Stiv Bators,
Joe Smooth,
Moebius,
Cheater Slicks,
Erasure,
Sister Nancy,
Desert Stars,
Alison Limerick,
Joey Negro,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lindisfarne,
Eric Copeland,
8 Eyed Spy,
Reuben Wilson,
Animal Collective,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Eli Mardock,
Flash Fearless,
Popol Vuh,
Lyres,
The Move,
the Human League,
Peter and Kerry,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Donny Hathaway,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bootsy Collins,
Steve Hackett,
The Motions,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The United States of America,
The Tremeloes,
The Searchers,
Junior Murvin,
Magazine,
Barclay James Harvest,
Malaria!,
Judy Mowatt,
Inner City,
The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas.
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.