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 Iceland and from Milan.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 oboe 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 Essential Logic to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 June Days. All the underground hits.
All Yazoo 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 dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Manfred Mann's Earth Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T. Rex,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Gastr Del Sol,
Rotary Connection,
Kurtis Blow,
Monolake,
B.T. Express,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Minnie Riperton,
Rites of Spring,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Camberwell Now,
Hashim,
Technova,
Moby Grape,
Don Cherry,
Mission of Burma,
Max Romeo,
Girls At Our Best!,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Fat Boys,
Soft Cell,
Carl Craig,
Eli Mardock,
The Flesh Eaters,
Basic Channel,
The New Christs,
Donald Byrd,
Amon Düül,
Delta 5,
Zero Boys,
The Divine Comedy,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Dirtbombs,
Trumans Water,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Marc Almond,
Stockholm Monsters,
Black Bananas,
Michelle Simonal,
The J.B.'s,
Kerri Chandler,
Bill Near,
Lindisfarne,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Smoke,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Excepter,
Bauhaus,
Roy Ayers,
The Monochrome Set,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Pharoah Sanders,
Barrington Levy,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Detroit Cobras,
Yellowson,
Lou Reed,
Grey Daturas,
a-ha,
Derrick Morgan,
Absolute Body Control,
E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer.
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.