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 Costa Rica and from Paris.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Robert Palmer 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 Jesper Dahlbäck to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Marine Girls. All the underground hits.
All New Order tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Art Ensemble Of Chicago record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacob Miller record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeru the Damaja,
Marine Girls,
Niagra,
the Association,
Grandmaster Flash,
Derrick Morgan,
Cal Tjader,
DJ Sneak,
Country Teasers,
Nick Fraelich,
Ten City,
LL Cool J,
Mantronix,
Howard Jones,
Chrome,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Man Parrish,
The Barracudas,
Wasted Youth,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Leonard Cohen,
Duran Duran,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Count Five,
Connie Case,
Amon Düül,
The Searchers,
Funkadelic,
Archie Shepp,
The Fall,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Names,
Dave Gahan,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Rites of Spring,
Urselle,
Jacob Miller,
10cc,
The American Breed,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Symarip,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Boogie Down Productions,
Infiniti,
The Divine Comedy,
Crime,
Donald Byrd,
D'Angelo,
Audionom,
Roger Hodgson,
Suicide,
China Crisis,
Drexciya,
Joy Division,
Delta 5,
Sound Behaviour,
Lalann,
The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band.
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.