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 Egypt and from Toronto.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 808 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 Soul II Soul to the rap 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 Banda Bassotti. All the underground hits.
All Darondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Curtis Mayfield record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funkadelic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marmalade,
Groovy Waters,
Popol Vuh,
Deepchord,
Gerry Rafferty,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Subhumans,
One Last Wish,
The Black Dice,
The Move,
Oblivians,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Fluxion,
Easy Going,
Lyres,
Negative Approach,
The Five Americans,
Quando Quango,
Peter & Gordon,
Derrick Morgan,
Duran Duran,
the Swans,
The Litter,
The Star Department,
Cecil Taylor,
Pussy Galore,
Skaos,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Adolescents,
Motorama,
Youth Brigade,
Todd Terry,
Johnny Clarke,
Kas Product,
Crime,
Pagans,
Donny Hathaway,
Beasts of Bourbon,
John Lydon,
Ohio Players,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
OOIOO,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Dawn Penn,
Q and Not U,
Matthew Bourne,
Flamin' Groovies,
Maleditus Sound,
Tubeway Army,
Pharoah Sanders,
Joe Smooth,
Panda Bear,
This Heat,
Juan Atkins,
Man Parrish,
Delta 5,
Monolake,
Eli Mardock,
Bang On A Can,
Lindisfarne,
Derrick May,
T. Rex,
Tears for Fears,
Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities.
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.