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 Togo and from Calgary.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 harpsichord 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 Eurythmics to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Derrick Morgan. All the underground hits.
All Graham Central Station tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shuggie Otis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Raincoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visage,
Grandmaster Flash,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sandy B,
Johnny Osbourne,
Danielle Patucci,
Hoover,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
June of 44,
Sixth Finger,
Malaria!,
Robert Görl,
Rufus Thomas,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Blackbyrds,
Soul II Soul,
Minnie Riperton,
CMW,
Kenny Larkin,
The Misunderstood,
Reuben Wilson,
Suburban Knight,
Graham Central Station,
John Lydon,
A Certain Ratio,
Young Marble Giants,
Unwound,
Tomorrow,
Echospace,
The Durutti Column,
Lakeside,
John Holt,
Susan Cadogan,
Trumans Water,
Pagans,
One Last Wish,
Soft Machine,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Clear Light,
The Litter,
Patti Smith,
Leonard Cohen,
Piero Umiliani,
Harpers Bizarre,
Hardrive,
Mars,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Au Pairs,
Toni Rubio,
The Monochrome Set,
Public Enemy,
Derrick Morgan,
The Monks,
X-Ray Spex,
Barclay James Harvest,
Cluster,
Theoretical Girls,
Ronnie Foster,
Rakim,
Scrapy,
Amon Düül II,
Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad.
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.