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 South Sudan and from Manila.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 chamberlin 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 Robert Görl to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Move. All the underground hits.
All Todd Terry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Audionom record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vaughan Mason & Crew record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The New Christs,
Banda Bassotti,
Crispian St. Peters,
Brand Nubian,
Bootsy Collins,
Jeff Lynne,
Colin Newman,
Flash Fearless,
Erykah Badu,
Chrome,
Rakim,
The Fortunes,
Mantronix,
John Cale,
kango's stein massive,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Rufus Thomas,
a-ha,
The Raincoats,
Marmalade,
Charles Mingus,
Aloha Tigers,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Grandmaster Flash,
Marshall Jefferson,
Shuggie Otis,
E-Dancer,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Tremeloes,
Sarah Menescal,
Janne Schatter,
The Slackers,
The Last Poets,
Skaos,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Invisible,
LL Cool J,
Tres Demented,
Sister Nancy,
L. Decosne,
Unwound,
The Knickerbockers,
Sixth Finger,
The Pop Group,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Gichy Dan,
Funky Four + One,
Byron Stingily,
Ronan,
Second Layer,
Icehouse,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
ABC,
Reuben Wilson,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Duran Duran,
Black Pus,
Marc Almond,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ituana,
Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp.
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.