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 Mali and from Lille.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the organ 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 Chrome to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Zero Boys. All the underground hits.
All Howard Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mark Hollis 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a K-Klass record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T.S.O.L.,
Anakelly,
Juan Atkins,
Prince Buster,
X-102,
Howard Jones,
Stetsasonic,
The Mojo Men,
Yazoo,
Silicon Teens,
Aswad,
Henry Cow,
The Misunderstood,
Neu!,
Dawn Penn,
The Blues Magoos,
Loose Ends,
Gastr Del Sol,
Marvin Gaye,
Gerry Rafferty,
Hashim,
Chris & Cosey,
Yusef Lateef,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Grass Roots,
Crash Course in Science,
MDC,
Ludus,
Nik Kershaw,
Fugazi,
Ken Boothe,
EPMD,
Bush Tetras,
Scratch Acid,
Pussy Galore,
Mission of Burma,
T. Rex,
The Names,
Parry Music,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Cosmic Jokers,
One Last Wish,
Procol Harum,
Barbara Tucker,
Q and Not U,
Erykah Badu,
Brand Nubian,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Saccharine Trust,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sugar Minott,
Big Daddy Kane,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Skarface,
Funkadelic,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Brothers Johnson,
Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield.
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.