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 Micronesia and from Glasgow.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Tim Buckley to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Barbara Tucker. All the underground hits.
All Au Pairs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kenny Larkin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fela Kuti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lebanon Hanover,
The Zeros,
The Vogues,
Jesper Dahlback,
Robert Hood,
Mo-Dettes,
Tears for Fears,
Minny Pops,
Ituana,
Swans,
Camouflage,
Youth Brigade,
Kerri Chandler,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Beau Brummels,
Camberwell Now,
Barclay James Harvest,
KRS-One,
MDC,
JFA,
The Five Americans,
Joe Smooth,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Flesh Eaters,
Negative Approach,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Skatalites,
Derrick Morgan,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Japan,
the Soft Cell,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Subhumans,
Reuben Wilson,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Nick Fraelich,
The Residents,
Sixth Finger,
Boogie Down Productions,
Technova,
Outsiders,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Kurtis Blow,
cv313,
Young Marble Giants,
Judy Mowatt,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Organ,
Harry Pussy,
The Saints,
The Blues Magoos,
Boz Scaggs,
The Dave Clark Five,
Cecil Taylor,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ronnie Foster,
Laurel Aitken,
Marine Girls,
A Certain Ratio,
Yaz,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men.
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.