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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Mumbai.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Gil Scott Heron to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sad Lovers and Giants. All the underground hits.
All Supertramp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry Gold Smith 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kings Of Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Fania All-Stars,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Altered Images,
Barbara Tucker,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Walker Brothers,
Chris & Cosey,
LL Cool J,
Con Funk Shun,
The Star Department,
The United States of America,
The Tremeloes,
Soul Sonic Force,
Mark Hollis,
The Doors,
Royal Trux,
the Association,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Man Parrish,
Loose Ends,
ABBA,
Hardrive,
Quadrant,
The Names,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Buckinghams,
Groovy Waters,
John Foxx,
Country Teasers,
Brick,
The Flesh Eaters,
Porter Ricks,
Banda Bassotti,
X-Ray Spex,
Brass Construction,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Cecil Taylor,
Erykah Badu,
Shuggie Otis,
John Coltrane,
Siglo XX,
Sister Nancy,
Popol Vuh,
The Dirtbombs,
Big Daddy Kane,
One Last Wish,
The Pop Group,
Cal Tjader,
T.S.O.L.,
Nation of Ulysses,
Adolescents,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Fire Engines,
Fluxion,
These Immortal Souls,
Nas,
Lungfish,
Japan,
Morten Harket,
The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues.
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.