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 Monaco and from Glasgow.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Philadelphia.
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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Minutemen to the grime 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 Larry & the Blue Notes. All the underground hits.
All Y Pants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeru the Damaja record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nik Kershaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
48th St. Collective,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Offenders,
Dead Boys,
Bill Wells,
Joey Negro,
Patti Smith,
Mars,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Technova,
Alton Ellis,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sister Nancy,
8 Eyed Spy,
Thee Headcoats,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Eddi Front,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Dirtbombs,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Walker Brothers,
Skarface,
Piero Umiliani,
cv313,
Whodini,
Eve St. Jones,
Roy Ayers,
The Electric Prunes,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sun City Girls,
The Sonics,
Theoretical Girls,
R.M.O.,
Tres Demented,
Das Ding,
Brass Construction,
Bobby Sherman,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Brick,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Residents,
Sight & Sound,
The Kinks,
Basic Channel,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Mandrill,
Babytalk,
In Retrospect,
Freddie Wadling,
Black Pus,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Grass Roots,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Byron Stingily,
the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars.
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.