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 Ethiopia and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
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 Minnie Riperton to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Black Dice. All the underground hits.
All Blossom Toes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Steve Hackett record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reagan Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Parrish,
Section 25,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Marine Girls,
The Moleskins,
Magma,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Music Machine,
Inner City,
Agent Orange,
The Fuzztones,
The Leaves,
Infiniti,
Ken Boothe,
The Gap Band,
The Divine Comedy,
Slick Rick,
Anakelly,
Marshall Jefferson,
Fat Boys,
Fad Gadget,
Lower 48,
Matthew Bourne,
Soul Sonic Force,
Siglo XX,
China Crisis,
Dave Gahan,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
T.S.O.L.,
the Soft Cell,
Delta 5,
The Red Krayola,
Lindisfarne,
Lyres,
Rites of Spring,
The Names,
Kerri Chandler,
Glambeats Corp.,
One Last Wish,
Ronnie Foster,
T. Rex,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Frankie Knuckles,
Trumans Water,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bad Manners,
Organ,
MDC,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lebanon Hanover,
Los Fastidios,
The Raincoats,
Cluster,
Desert Stars,
Freddie Wadling,
The Human League,
Black Pus,
Gong,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Tremeloes,
Sällskapet,
Peter & Gordon,
Joe Finger,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk.
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.