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 Mozambique and from Stockholm.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 arpeggiator 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 Jeff Lynne to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Brass Construction. All the underground hits.
All Gian Franco Pienzio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arcadia 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 harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Prince Buster,
Eurythmics,
Tim Buckley,
Letta Mbulu,
Q and Not U,
Crispian St. Peters,
Minny Pops,
Drexciya,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lakeside,
CMW,
Nas,
L. Decosne,
The Last Poets,
Lalo Schifrin,
PIL,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The United States of America,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Evens,
Ronan,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The American Breed,
Ludus,
Hasil Adkins,
Frankie Knuckles,
Tres Demented,
Pierre Henry,
Vladislav Delay,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Offenders,
Nirvana,
The Buckinghams,
Grauzone,
Chris & Cosey,
Byron Stingily,
Sexual Harrassment,
This Heat,
Lalann,
cv313,
Joyce Sims,
Cameo,
Los Fastidios,
Hoover,
The Durutti Column,
Eden Ahbez,
Babytalk,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Crime,
Gil Scott Heron,
Grey Daturas,
Pantytec,
T. Rex,
Hashim,
Ponytail,
DJ Sneak,
Slick Rick,
Gerry Rafferty,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish.
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.