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 Ivory Coast and from Lagos.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Chris Corsano to the rock 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 Kerri Chandler. All the underground hits.
All Shoche tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Wyatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mojo Men record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare 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?
8 Eyed Spy,
Avey Tare,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Amazonics,
Hashim,
Brand Nubian,
Brick,
The Cure,
The Leaves,
Barrington Levy,
Gang Starr,
Groovy Waters,
Pantytec,
The Associates,
Scott Walker,
Roy Ayers,
Whodini,
Sandy B,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Techniques,
Sixth Finger,
Visage,
Amon Düül II,
Nick Fraelich,
Vainqueur,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Doobie Brothers,
Grandmaster Flash,
Aural Exciters,
Big Daddy Kane,
ABBA,
Dave Gahan,
Bobby Sherman,
Theoretical Girls,
the Germs,
Jeff Mills,
Au Pairs,
Yaz,
Gong,
Tim Buckley,
Girls At Our Best!,
Tomorrow,
The Skatalites,
Echospace,
The J.B.'s,
Gerry Rafferty,
Byron Stingily,
Rekid,
Nirvana,
Gang Green,
Kas Product,
Model 500,
Bluetip,
Brothers Johnson,
Don Cherry,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Robert Hood,
Niagra,
Bad Manners,
Interpol,
The Gap Band,
The Sound,
Simply Red,
Sparks, Sparks, Sparks, Sparks.
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.