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 Croatia and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282. All the underground hits.
All Wally Richardson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suburban Knight 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kevin Saunderson,
Khruangbin,
Black Bananas,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Visage,
Judy Mowatt,
Grauzone,
Soul Sonic Force,
Minny Pops,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Curtis Mayfield,
Joyce Sims,
the Fania All-Stars,
Rekid,
Unrelated Segments,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Kinks,
Pere Ubu,
Matthew Halsall,
Wally Richardson,
The Cramps,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Cymande,
Lungfish,
The Martian,
The Buckinghams,
the Slits,
Barbara Tucker,
the Swans,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sexual Harrassment,
Jerry's Kids,
Minor Threat,
Stockholm Monsters,
Alphaville,
Lindisfarne,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Gichy Dan,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Magma,
Shoche,
Vladislav Delay,
Warsaw,
The Red Krayola,
DJ Style,
Con Funk Shun,
Ituana,
Cecil Taylor,
Ultravox,
Animal Collective,
John Coltrane,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Angels of Light,
The Invisible,
Anakelly,
Donald Byrd,
EPMD,
Dark Day,
Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17.
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.