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 Eritrea and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Fire Engines to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Mighty Diamonds. All the underground hits.
All Hashim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacob Miller 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a UT record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra,
Dark Day,
Bad Manners,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Radio Birdman,
10cc,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Model 500,
Schoolly D,
X-101,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Techniques,
Surgeon,
Oblivians,
Franke,
Oneida,
Pantytec,
Goldenarms,
Arcadia,
Rufus Thomas,
Interpol,
Ronnie Foster,
David Axelrod,
Minny Pops,
Todd Rundgren,
Cymande,
Lindisfarne,
Mr. Review,
The Index,
Fugazi,
Yellowson,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Maleditus Sound,
Slick Rick,
Eric Dolphy,
Kenny Larkin,
Mo-Dettes,
Deepchord,
R.M.O.,
Max Romeo,
Moss Icon,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ronan,
Lightning Bolt,
The Trojans,
Delta 5,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Urselle,
Graham Central Station,
EPMD,
The Moody Blues,
Nick Fraelich,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Desert Stars,
Suicide,
Barbara Tucker,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Eden Ahbez,
The Smoke,
Traffic Nightmare,
Aloha Tigers,
Soft Cell,
Saccharine Trust,
Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter.
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.