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 Fiji and from Milan.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Surgeon to the grunge 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 The Monochrome Set. All the underground hits.
All Roxy Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Zeros 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 sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Music Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Slits,
Half Japanese,
Crime,
Scion,
Spandau Ballet,
Fela Kuti,
The Toasters,
Gabor Szabo,
a-ha,
Rapeman,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Dawn Penn,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Arthur Verocai,
The Dead C,
Iggy Pop,
Lightning Bolt,
Lou Christie,
Severed Heads,
The Detroit Cobras,
These Immortal Souls,
Lungfish,
Piero Umiliani,
X-101,
Bobby Womack,
Alton Ellis,
Aural Exciters,
EPMD,
Boz Scaggs,
UT,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Faraquet,
Radiopuhelimet,
Technova,
the Association,
Public Image Ltd.,
Godley & Creme,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Don Cherry,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Red Krayola,
Yaz,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Wings,
Subhumans,
The Remains,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Chrome,
Amazonics,
Rhythm & Sound,
Wolf Eyes,
Charles Mingus,
The Durutti Column,
Erykah Badu,
LL Cool J,
Soul II Soul,
The Litter,
The Tremeloes,
Surgeon,
Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson.
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.