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 Greece and from Bologna.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Von Mondo to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Boogie Down Productions. All the underground hits.
All Altered Images tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Red Lorry Yellow Lorry 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythim Is Rhythim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Trojans,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Wasted Youth,
Hasil Adkins,
The Fire Engines,
Groovy Waters,
The Gap Band,
The Leaves,
Kayak,
Steve Hackett,
Sugar Minott,
Jeff Lynne,
F. McDonald,
In Retrospect,
Ronnie Foster,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Drexciya,
Scientists,
The American Breed,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Gories,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Eric Dolphy,
Nick Fraelich,
The Fortunes,
Pussy Galore,
Moby Grape,
The United States of America,
Robert Görl,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Quadrant,
The Stooges,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Boogie Down Productions,
Man Parrish,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Peter & Gordon,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Pantaleimon,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Iggy Pop,
Grandmaster Flash,
Section 25,
Angry Samoans,
Goldenarms,
Joe Smooth,
The Evens,
Graham Central Station,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Altered Images,
The Toasters,
World's Most,
MDC,
Funkadelic,
Spandau Ballet,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Matthew Bourne,
The Techniques,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Robert Wyatt,
Carl Craig,
Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX.
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.