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 Azerbaijan and from Spokane.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Winnipeg.
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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 La Düsseldorf to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine. All the underground hits.
All Sam Rivers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lower 48 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doobie Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Whodini,
Tommy Roe,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Saints,
Fluxion,
Fela Kuti,
Soul II Soul,
Aloha Tigers,
Gabor Szabo,
The Standells,
Stiv Bators,
DJ Sneak,
Oblivians,
Faust,
Bobby Sherman,
Maleditus Sound,
Magazine,
The Knickerbockers,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Soft Cell,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Boz Scaggs,
Roxette,
The Gladiators,
The Trojans,
Scientists,
Basic Channel,
New Order,
The Pretty Things,
The Cowsills,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bobbi Humphrey,
AZ,
Banda Bassotti,
Agitation Free,
Smog,
Groovy Waters,
China Crisis,
Iggy Pop,
Black Flag,
Glenn Branca,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Niagra,
The Toasters,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Doobie Brothers,
Mandrill,
Fatback Band,
Soulsonic Force,
Matthew Halsall,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
the Human League,
The Blues Magoos,
Byron Stingily,
Magma,
Pere Ubu,
MDC,
The Martian,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap.
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.