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 Copenhagen.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 rhodes 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 Lucky Dragons to the disco 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five. All the underground hits.
All Robert Görl tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Massinfluence record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yaz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash,
Jeru the Damaja,
Aural Exciters,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Blues Magoos,
Nirvana,
Bob Dylan,
Underground Resistance,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Agent Orange,
The Fire Engines,
Agitation Free,
Lindisfarne,
Flamin' Groovies,
Harmonia,
Public Enemy,
Shuggie Otis,
The Standells,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Vladislav Delay,
Masters at Work,
Davy DMX,
The Velvet Underground,
Crime,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gang Gang Dance,
Delon & Dalcan,
Jimmy McGriff,
the Human League,
Popol Vuh,
Crooked Eye,
One Last Wish,
Parry Music,
Niagra,
Eden Ahbez,
Simply Red,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Idris Muhammad,
Neu!,
Matthew Halsall,
Bill Wells,
Section 25,
Marine Girls,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ornette Coleman,
Mars,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Absolute Body Control,
Lee Hazlewood,
Dawn Penn,
10cc,
Funky Four + One,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Names,
Black Pus,
Joe Finger,
Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead.
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.