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 Uganda and from Hong Kong.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 linndrum 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 Yaz to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Robert Hood. All the underground hits.
All Eve St. Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry Gold Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rekid,
Erykah Badu,
K-Klass,
Sonny Sharrock,
Gang Starr,
The Modern Lovers,
Sister Nancy,
Kevin Saunderson,
Arcadia,
Scrapy,
One Last Wish,
Andrew Hill,
Youth Brigade,
Fat Boys,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Delta 5,
Fatback Band,
Franke,
Ituana,
Maleditus Sound,
PIL,
Quando Quango,
Toni Rubio,
Ten City,
Infiniti,
Ken Boothe,
Grauzone,
Kerri Chandler,
Barry Ungar,
Sugar Minott,
The Trojans,
The Fugs,
U.S. Maple,
Althea and Donna,
The Young Rascals,
Minor Threat,
The Slits,
Sarah Menescal,
Nik Kershaw,
The Zeros,
Au Pairs,
Organ,
Soft Cell,
Rotary Connection,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Basic Channel,
KRS-One,
Cal Tjader,
Gil Scott Heron,
Smog,
The Martian,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Alton Ellis,
EPMD,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Dirtbombs,
Gastr Del Sol,
Section 25,
Grandmaster Flash,
ABC,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Roger Hodgson,
Aaron Thompson,
Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet.
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.