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 Burundi and from New York.
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 Manila and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the oboe 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 James White and The Blacks to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx. All the underground hits.
All Sixth Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ 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 Litter,
Camouflage,
Soft Machine,
Fela Kuti,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Neil Young,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Joy Division,
Hoover,
Harmonia,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Marmalade,
Masters at Work,
The Residents,
Urselle,
Sun Ra,
Toni Rubio,
EPMD,
KRS-One,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ornette Coleman,
Iggy Pop,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Alison Limerick,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Simply Red,
Roger Hodgson,
The United States of America,
B.T. Express,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Public Image Ltd.,
China Crisis,
Max Romeo,
Brass Construction,
Dark Day,
The Alarm Clocks,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
DJ Sneak,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Johnny Osbourne,
Pierre Henry,
The Sound,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Faust,
LL Cool J,
The Evens,
Model 500,
The Fire Engines,
The Slits,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Junior Murvin,
Carl Craig,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Rites of Spring,
Qualms,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Skriet,
Icehouse,
Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music.
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.