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 Botswana and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 Lagos and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Can to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Remains. All the underground hits.
All Vaughan Mason & Crew tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tears for Fears 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arab on Radar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fela Kuti,
The Fortunes,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
the Association,
Tears for Fears,
Black Sheep,
Desert Stars,
Technova,
Chris & Cosey,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Soulsonic Force,
H. Thieme,
Blossom Toes,
The Pretty Things,
MC5,
Roxy Music,
New Age Steppers,
DNA,
Jawbox,
Faraquet,
Jeru the Damaja,
Cluster,
Make Up,
Erykah Badu,
Negative Approach,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lalo Schifrin,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Marvin Gaye,
The Trojans,
Skarface,
Grey Daturas,
Icehouse,
Banda Bassotti,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Offenders,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Gichy Dan,
ABBA,
Minutemen,
Vladislav Delay,
Funkadelic,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Amon Düül II,
Pet Shop Boys,
Black Flag,
The Angels of Light,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
This Heat,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Grass Roots,
Visage,
Infiniti,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Alphaville,
Fad Gadget,
Hoover,
X-101,
Barry Ungar,
Intrusion,
Laurel Aitken,
The Index,
Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya.
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.