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 Maldives and from Lille.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Sly & The Family Stone to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Soft Machine. All the underground hits.
All Gang Green tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Misunderstood 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Move record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monochrome Set,
Crime,
Echospace,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
X-101,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Cowsills,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
the Bar-Kays,
the Fania All-Stars,
Severed Heads,
Avey Tare,
Joe Finger,
DNA,
The Evens,
Curtis Mayfield,
Fela Kuti,
Moebius,
Sex Pistols,
Ituana,
Albert Ayler,
Organ,
Eden Ahbez,
Delon & Dalcan,
Thompson Twins,
Q and Not U,
Gang Green,
Skarface,
Arab on Radar,
Silicon Teens,
Isaac Hayes,
Hoover,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Thee Headcoats,
Amon Düül,
UT,
T.S.O.L.,
Moss Icon,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Scott Walker,
The Raincoats,
Motorama,
Bronski Beat,
The Last Poets,
Average White Band,
The Buckinghams,
Radio Birdman,
Lalo Schifrin,
Soft Machine,
The Seeds,
Gregory Isaacs,
Kerri Chandler,
Brothers Johnson,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Barracudas,
Leonard Cohen,
Crooked Eye,
Sound Behaviour,
MC5,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Derrick Morgan,
Graham Central Station,
The Real Kids,
Smog, Smog, Smog, Smog.
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.