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 Finland and from Manchester.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 linndrum 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 Roxette to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Dorothy Ashby. All the underground hits.
All Parry Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rod Modell 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 synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pagans,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Qualms,
Black Flag,
Hot Snakes,
Crispy Ambulance,
Symarip,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Fad Gadget,
Underground Resistance,
Derrick Morgan,
Slick Rick,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Real Kids,
The Monks,
Kerrie Biddell,
Byron Stingily,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Wings,
Harry Pussy,
H. Thieme,
Vainqueur,
Heaven 17,
Josef K,
Surgeon,
Public Image Ltd.,
Terry Callier,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Duran Duran,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
UT,
Al Stewart,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Jeru the Damaja,
Stereo Dub,
Blossom Toes,
Sällskapet,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bad Manners,
The Cowsills,
Grauzone,
Roy Ayers,
Erasure,
Leonard Cohen,
Marc Almond,
The Dirtbombs,
Bronski Beat,
Carl Craig,
The Cramps,
The Motions,
CMW,
Bob Dylan,
Moss Icon,
Country Teasers,
Juan Atkins,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Human League,
Von Mondo,
Amazonics,
Zapp,
Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson.
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.