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 Japan and from London.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 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 Matthew Halsall to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Circle Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Shoche tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cosmic Jokers 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marmalade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sonics,
Bang On A Can,
Unrelated Segments,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Barry Ungar,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
X-101,
X-102,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Tomorrow,
Rekid,
Tom Boy,
The Gap Band,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Grey Daturas,
Sugar Minott,
Rosa Yemen,
Delon & Dalcan,
Maleditus Sound,
the Slits,
Throbbing Gristle,
Mary Jane Girls,
Altered Images,
Godley & Creme,
Eurythmics,
Soul Sonic Force,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Smoke,
The Beau Brummels,
Dennis Brown,
Avey Tare,
Kool Moe Dee,
Oneida,
Jerry's Kids,
Slave,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Joe Finger,
The Knickerbockers,
the Normal,
Can,
Derrick May,
DJ Sneak,
Young Marble Giants,
Sex Pistols,
Warsaw,
Motorama,
David Axelrod,
Procol Harum,
Glambeats Corp.,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Babytalk,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Young Rascals,
Absolute Body Control,
The Leaves,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Mandrill,
Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül.
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.