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 Barbados and from Accra.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Johannesburg.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Pagans to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Kevin Saunderson. All the underground hits.
All The Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantaleimon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q and Not U record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blues Magoos,
Reuben Wilson,
KRS-One,
Lebanon Hanover,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Star Department,
Black Moon,
Flash Fearless,
The Gap Band,
The Mojo Men,
H. Thieme,
Drive Like Jehu,
Arthur Verocai,
Cal Tjader,
Pole,
Ludus,
Sparks,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Con Funk Shun,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ronan,
Barclay James Harvest,
Peter & Gordon,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Royal Trux,
Man Eating Sloth,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Joe Finger,
Hot Snakes,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Aaron Thompson,
Eric Dolphy,
Wings,
Sandy B,
Nick Fraelich,
The Grass Roots,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Misunderstood,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Offenders,
Rites of Spring,
Youth Brigade,
Roxy Music,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Sound,
D'Angelo,
Lungfish,
Max Romeo,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Saints,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Al Stewart,
Deadbeat,
Rakim,
Barbara Tucker,
Lindisfarne,
Delon & Dalcan,
Tim Buckley,
B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express.
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.