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 Mauritius and from Calgary.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 sitar 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 Andrew Hill to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Agent Orange. All the underground hits.
All DeepChord presents Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythm & Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a In Retrospect record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wolf Eyes,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
E-Dancer,
Soul II Soul,
The Fuzztones,
Quando Quango,
Desert Stars,
Roger Hodgson,
Franke,
Janne Schatter,
The Electric Prunes,
Moss Icon,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Soft Cell,
Yazoo,
Hardrive,
Quantec,
Todd Terry,
Jerry's Kids,
Jeff Lynne,
The Gladiators,
Junior Murvin,
Mary Jane Girls,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
the Bar-Kays,
Cybotron,
Bobby Byrd,
Sixth Finger,
The Buckinghams,
Fat Boys,
The United States of America,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Scion,
Royal Trux,
UT,
China Crisis,
Sex Pistols,
Bluetip,
Michelle Simonal,
Cymande,
Parry Music,
The Stooges,
Drexciya,
Radio Birdman,
Magma,
The Fortunes,
Negative Approach,
The Wake,
Gregory Isaacs,
Drive Like Jehu,
Slick Rick,
Gabor Szabo,
Electric Prunes,
Arab on Radar,
Stetsasonic,
The Fall,
Talk Talk,
The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter.
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.