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 St Lucia 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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Massinfluence to the techno 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 John Foxx. All the underground hits.
All Anakelly tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 48th St. Collective record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agitation Free record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terry Callier,
Scan 7,
Groovy Waters,
Kurtis Blow,
cv313,
Ludus,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Godley & Creme,
Gang Green,
Bluetip,
Grauzone,
Q and Not U,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Neon Judgement,
David McCallum,
Organ,
kango's stein massive,
Camouflage,
Prince Buster,
Quadrant,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
L. Decosne,
Connie Case,
The Happenings,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Gap Band,
Bobby Byrd,
Vladislav Delay,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Guru Guru,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Leaves,
The Associates,
Yellowson,
Unwound,
Aswad,
Warren Ellis,
T.S.O.L.,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Modern Lovers,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Talk Talk,
Absolute Body Control,
Skarface,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
the Germs,
Lakeside,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Cameo,
Cymande,
Boredoms,
The Invisible,
Robert Görl,
Jeru the Damaja,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Birthday Party,
Yaz,
Donald Byrd,
Radio Birdman,
the Swans,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Pop Group,
Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel.
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.