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 Syria and from New York.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Yusef Lateef to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sun Ra. All the underground hits.
All Radio Birdman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grauzone record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Motorama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maleditus Sound,
June Days,
Section 25,
The Last Poets,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The New Christs,
Popol Vuh,
Babytalk,
Lalo Schifrin,
John Lydon,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Iggy Pop,
Crime,
Byron Stingily,
Excepter,
The Monks,
Roy Ayers,
The Raincoats,
Shuggie Otis,
Roxy Music,
The Cosmic Jokers,
the Fania All-Stars,
Man Parrish,
The Victims,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Zapp,
The Skatalites,
Subhumans,
Pantaleimon,
Black Pus,
Sugar Minott,
Leonard Cohen,
Matthew Halsall,
Zero Boys,
Lower 48,
A Certain Ratio,
Gabor Szabo,
Amon Düül II,
Oblivians,
Jeff Mills,
Black Moon,
The Stooges,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Patti Smith,
Jeff Lynne,
The Index,
Royal Trux,
Aswad,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Kayak,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Moebius,
The Moody Blues,
Symarip,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sister Nancy,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Kool Moe Dee,
Franke,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra.
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.