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 Cape Verde and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the marimba 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan to the rap 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 X-101. All the underground hits.
All Q65 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultramagnetic MC's record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Susan Cadogan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sarah Menescal,
Supertramp,
New York Dolls,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ultimate Spinach,
Echospace,
China Crisis,
Tim Buckley,
Jeff Lynne,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
kango's stein massive,
Little Man,
The Index,
Chris & Cosey,
Bobby Womack,
The Gladiators,
Aural Exciters,
Black Sheep,
One Last Wish,
X-102,
the Sonics,
Nils Olav,
The Detroit Cobras,
Eve St. Jones,
The Associates,
Michelle Simonal,
JFA,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Jeff Mills,
Roger Hodgson,
Oneida,
The Cure,
It's A Beautiful Day,
New Age Steppers,
Aloha Tigers,
The Blues Magoos,
The Toasters,
The Gories,
Kaleidoscope,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Jandek,
Scott Walker,
Peter and Kerry,
Lalo Schifrin,
Judy Mowatt,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Black Dice,
Moebius,
AZ,
Andrew Hill,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Amon Düül,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Max Romeo,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
the Human League,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Scratch Acid,
Marvin Gaye,
Black Flag,
Stereo Dub,
Howard Jones,
Aswad, Aswad, Aswad, Aswad.
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.