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 Gambia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Donald Fagen 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 Names to the jazz 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 Reuben Wilson. All the underground hits.
All Lyres tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MDC record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stiv Bators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Young Rascals,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Essential Logic,
Wire,
Mandrill,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Subhumans,
the Bar-Kays,
the Swans,
The Skatalites,
Agent Orange,
The Sonics,
Tommy Roe,
Peter and Kerry,
Reagan Youth,
The Searchers,
Funkadelic,
Youth Brigade,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Pagans,
David Bowie,
Icehouse,
Black Flag,
The Beau Brummels,
Amazonics,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Girls At Our Best!,
8 Eyed Spy,
Index,
Marshall Jefferson,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Slick Rick,
Bobby Byrd,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
World's Most,
Delon & Dalcan,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sun Ra,
Arcadia,
the Normal,
Soft Machine,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
A Certain Ratio,
Vladislav Delay,
EPMD,
Joey Negro,
Dennis Brown,
Ken Boothe,
Fat Boys,
Mo-Dettes,
Soulsonic Force,
Matthew Halsall,
ABC,
Rotary Connection,
Duran Duran,
Bad Manners,
New Order,
Mad Mike,
Chrome,
Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller.
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.