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 Guatemala and from Edmonton.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 harpsichord 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 Neon Judgement to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Con Funk Shun. All the underground hits.
All Stetsasonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Selector Dub Narcotic 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suburban Knight 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?
Tubeway Army,
June of 44,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
John Coltrane,
Reagan Youth,
Al Stewart,
La Düsseldorf,
The New Christs,
The Blues Magoos,
Banda Bassotti,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Throbbing Gristle,
Gastr Del Sol,
Matthew Halsall,
X-102,
John Holt,
Hashim,
The Sonics,
Television,
Faust,
James White and The Blacks,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Gang Starr,
Lyres,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Cymande,
Soulsonic Force,
The Gap Band,
Scan 7,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ituana,
Aswad,
Khruangbin,
ABC,
Jacob Miller,
Yazoo,
Toni Rubio,
Warsaw,
Smog,
Magma,
Metal Thangz,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Terry Callier,
Ken Boothe,
Siglo XX,
Ornette Coleman,
This Heat,
Byron Stingily,
Inner City,
FM Einheit,
Robert Hood,
Dawn Penn,
R.M.O.,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Jesper Dahlback,
the Normal,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps.
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.