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 the UAE and from Sao Paulo.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba 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 Flipper to the crunk 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 Piero Umiliani tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobbi Humphrey record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Make Up record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barbara Tucker,
Sarah Menescal,
Darondo,
Flash Fearless,
Infiniti,
The Dirtbombs,
Lou Christie,
Charles Mingus,
Popol Vuh,
The Sound,
Alice Coltrane,
Buzzcocks,
Reuben Wilson,
Yazoo,
Das Ding,
Franke,
Underground Resistance,
Deakin,
Crooked Eye,
The Fall,
Lucky Dragons,
DJ Style,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Black Sheep,
Gastr Del Sol,
Inner City,
Boz Scaggs,
Fluxion,
The Seeds,
MC5,
Talk Talk,
Index,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Graham Central Station,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Guru Guru,
London Community Gospel Choir,
New Order,
The Birthday Party,
The Evens,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Beau Brummels,
Moby Grape,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Remains,
Barrington Levy,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Hashim,
Jeff Mills,
Soft Cell,
T.S.O.L.,
The American Breed,
Arcadia,
Brick,
Unrelated Segments,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Cheater Slicks,
Matthew Bourne,
Gregory Isaacs,
Eric Dolphy,
The Mummies,
Parry Music,
Saccharine Trust,
Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force.
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.