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 Portugal and from Spokane.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 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 The Mighty Diamonds to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Letta Mbulu. All the underground hits.
All a-ha tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pere Ubu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pop Group record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerrie Biddell,
Moby Grape,
Malaria!,
Delta 5,
The Dead C,
Aswad,
Scientists,
Suburban Knight,
Franke,
Bizarre Inc.,
Visage,
David Axelrod,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Drexciya,
Radio Birdman,
The Divine Comedy,
Smog,
Tomorrow,
Max Romeo,
Funkadelic,
Bobby Sherman,
Bobby Byrd,
The Remains,
Iggy Pop,
Chris Corsano,
John Holt,
Symarip,
The Searchers,
Lucky Dragons,
Bad Manners,
Slick Rick,
Underground Resistance,
The Fuzztones,
Crash Course in Science,
Buzzcocks,
Boz Scaggs,
Prince Buster,
Slave,
Joensuu 1685,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Tears for Fears,
Electric Prunes,
Das Ding,
Rod Modell,
Robert Wyatt,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sonny Sharrock,
Fad Gadget,
The Fall,
Radiopuhelimet,
Idris Muhammad,
Nico,
Barry Ungar,
John Coltrane,
Thompson Twins,
MC5,
Patti Smith,
Wire,
Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt.
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.