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 Solomon Islands and from Seoul.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Girls At Our Best! to the grime 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 Junior Murvin. All the underground hits.
All The Litter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Starr 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eden Ahbez record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
the Normal,
Zero Boys,
The Music Machine,
Minutemen,
Peter and Kerry,
Easy Going,
The Tremeloes,
Gichy Dan,
Bluetip,
Dave Gahan,
a-ha,
The Golliwogs,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bush Tetras,
Skaos,
The Grass Roots,
David Axelrod,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Black Dice,
The Beau Brummels,
Janne Schatter,
Swell Maps,
Idris Muhammad,
Youth Brigade,
Inner City,
Ronnie Foster,
Audionom,
Y Pants,
Howard Jones,
K-Klass,
Average White Band,
Stereo Dub,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Porter Ricks,
The Residents,
Public Enemy,
Godley & Creme,
Desert Stars,
The Standells,
Kool Moe Dee,
In Retrospect,
The Fall,
Harry Pussy,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Flamin' Groovies,
H. Thieme,
Bang On A Can,
The Doobie Brothers,
Amon Düül,
Dennis Brown,
Deepchord,
The New Christs,
Bad Manners,
Robert Wyatt,
Henry Cow,
Piero Umiliani,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Minnie Riperton,
Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin.
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.