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 Yemen and from Jakarta.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 chamberlin 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 The Blues Magoos to the funk 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 Dave Gahan. All the underground hits.
All Bush Tetras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Danielle Patucci record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blossom Toes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Certain Ratio,
Roxy Music,
Neu!,
Grandmaster Flash,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Crispian St. Peters,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Detroit Cobras,
Eric Copeland,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Quando Quango,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Eurythmics,
Agent Orange,
Hashim,
Crash Course in Science,
Tomorrow,
Wolf Eyes,
Massinfluence,
Piero Umiliani,
Motorama,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Electric Prunes,
The Dead C,
Rites of Spring,
Wings,
Pere Ubu,
Marcia Griffiths,
Michelle Simonal,
Duran Duran,
Danielle Patucci,
Tim Buckley,
Fear,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Brick,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Arab on Radar,
Los Fastidios,
Big Daddy Kane,
Derrick Morgan,
Andrew Hill,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
ABBA,
These Immortal Souls,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Terry Callier,
Groovy Waters,
Alison Limerick,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Clear Light,
Carl Craig,
Buzzcocks,
Can,
Tropical Tobacco,
Urselle,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bronski Beat,
The Techniques,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu.
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.