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 Denmark and from Manila.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Manchester.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Talk Talk to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Max Romeo. All the underground hits.
All Deadbeat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Adolescents 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Isaac Hayes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Royal Trux,
Robert Görl,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Roxy Music,
The Last Poets,
Gichy Dan,
Motorama,
Suburban Knight,
The Misunderstood,
The Saints,
Pylon,
Rhythm & Sound,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Radiopuhelimet,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Roxette,
Toni Rubio,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Mission of Burma,
Public Enemy,
The Trojans,
Model 500,
Connie Case,
Pagans,
Goldenarms,
The Moleskins,
Public Image Ltd.,
Charles Mingus,
Cymande,
The Buckinghams,
Laurel Aitken,
Circle Jerks,
Rekid,
Fad Gadget,
Clear Light,
Urselle,
Index,
The Skatalites,
Bush Tetras,
The American Breed,
John Coltrane,
The United States of America,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Neon Judgement,
Sixth Finger,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
the Bar-Kays,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Unrelated Segments,
Metal Thangz,
Bronski Beat,
Derrick Morgan,
Barrington Levy,
Hot Snakes,
Rakim,
The Raincoats,
Ice-T,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Section 25,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band.
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.