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 Nauru and from Delhi.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Nik Kershaw to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Tropical Tobacco. All the underground hits.
All D'Angelo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faraquet 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donald Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Second Layer,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Hasil Adkins,
Erykah Badu,
June of 44,
Pantytec,
Todd Rundgren,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Cecil Taylor,
Henry Cow,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
JFA,
Arthur Verocai,
Bluetip,
Outsiders,
The Black Dice,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ice-T,
DNA,
Goldenarms,
David McCallum,
John Holt,
Crispian St. Peters,
Arcadia,
MC5,
Mission of Burma,
Wolf Eyes,
the Slits,
Avey Tare,
The Fall,
Gang Green,
T.S.O.L.,
The Dirtbombs,
Davy DMX,
Angry Samoans,
Marine Girls,
Boredoms,
Ronnie Foster,
Robert Wyatt,
Crooked Eye,
H. Thieme,
Yellowson,
Black Bananas,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Mo-Dettes,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Evens,
Scientists,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Tomorrow,
Charles Mingus,
Sister Nancy,
Sunsets and Hearts,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Beau Brummels,
Desert Stars,
Khruangbin,
Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy.
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.