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 Benin and from Cairo.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Hong Kong.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Tommy Roe to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Suburban Knight. All the underground hits.
All Simply Red tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Searchers 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Martian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 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 Fania All-Stars,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
H. Thieme,
Faust,
Maleditus Sound,
10cc,
Howard Jones,
Guru Guru,
Scientists,
Letta Mbulu,
Bill Wells,
Harry Pussy,
Schoolly D,
Main Source,
The Red Krayola,
Sonic Youth,
One Last Wish,
Curtis Mayfield,
Rod Modell,
The J.B.'s,
Icehouse,
Franke,
Judy Mowatt,
Swans,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The American Breed,
Young Marble Giants,
The Tremeloes,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Skaos,
The Remains,
Neu!,
the Association,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Pulsallama,
Terrestrial Tones,
Underground Resistance,
The Monochrome Set,
Sparks,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Anakelly,
Sandy B,
Duran Duran,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Pantaleimon,
The Zeros,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sam Rivers,
The Slackers,
David Axelrod,
ABBA,
John Coltrane,
Lower 48,
Malaria!,
Kaleidoscope,
Flipper,
Nik Kershaw,
Altered Images,
Gil Scott Heron,
The New Christs,
Shuggie Otis,
Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army.
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.