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 Sudan and from Bologna.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
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 Mandrill to the funk 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 Ronan. All the underground hits.
All Black Bananas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quadrant record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alton Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Rakim,
Pussy Galore,
La Düsseldorf,
Goldenarms,
Todd Rundgren,
Big Daddy Kane,
Roxette,
Juan Atkins,
Boz Scaggs,
Brothers Johnson,
Maleditus Sound,
Echospace,
the Bar-Kays,
Sugar Minott,
Morten Harket,
The Gun Club,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Slits,
Lalann,
DNA,
The Trojans,
Aural Exciters,
Mad Mike,
Metal Thangz,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
X-101,
Letta Mbulu,
Yusef Lateef,
The Victims,
Eurythmics,
Al Stewart,
Ultravox,
Erasure,
Bob Dylan,
The Last Poets,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Yellowson,
Blancmange,
Wasted Youth,
Severed Heads,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Nils Olav,
Aswad,
The Invisible,
Neu!,
Oblivians,
Graham Central Station,
Monolake,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Fort Wilson Riot,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Move,
The Count Five,
Blossom Toes,
Charles Mingus,
PIL,
Roxy Music,
Carl Craig,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lalo Schifrin,
Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants.
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.