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 Uzbekistan and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Searchers to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Dead C. All the underground hits.
All David Bowie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tres Demented record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boz Scaggs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nas,
The Angels of Light,
Rufus Thomas,
Spoonie Gee,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Letta Mbulu,
Intrusion,
The Fortunes,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Gabor Szabo,
Robert Wyatt,
Hasil Adkins,
The Gories,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Make Up,
Roy Ayers,
Radiopuhelimet,
Drexciya,
Rites of Spring,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Echospace,
Lungfish,
Eurythmics,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Robert Hood,
Accadde A,
X-102,
Bobby Womack,
Minutemen,
Minny Pops,
Interpol,
Franke,
Royal Trux,
X-101,
The Move,
Marcia Griffiths,
the Swans,
The Fall,
A Certain Ratio,
KRS-One,
Eric Dolphy,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Trojans,
Adolescents,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Pole,
Alice Coltrane,
Eden Ahbez,
Chris Corsano,
Gregory Isaacs,
Dead Boys,
Flash Fearless,
Charles Mingus,
Oblivians,
Fat Boys,
Jeru the Damaja,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
a-ha,
Derrick Morgan,
Crash Course in Science,
John Holt,
Sparks, Sparks, Sparks, Sparks.
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.