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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Delhi.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Litter to the rock 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 The Cure. All the underground hits.
All Yaz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stetsasonic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Leaves record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Zero Boys,
Can,
the Slits,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
T. Rex,
The Move,
The Names,
Excepter,
Babytalk,
Make Up,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Khruangbin,
Carl Craig,
The Neon Judgement,
Monolake,
a-ha,
Blake Baxter,
Grauzone,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Whodini,
This Heat,
Mo-Dettes,
Robert Wyatt,
Brick,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lou Christie,
Marcia Griffiths,
Porter Ricks,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
MDC,
The Durutti Column,
Siglo XX,
The Blackbyrds,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Arthur Verocai,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Massinfluence,
Terry Callier,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Brand Nubian,
Howard Jones,
The New Christs,
Reagan Youth,
Lalo Schifrin,
Model 500,
Jerry's Kids,
Eric Dolphy,
Curtis Mayfield,
Outsiders,
Prince Buster,
Darondo,
OOIOO,
Television,
Au Pairs,
Audionom,
Flamin' Groovies,
Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes.
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.