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 Gambia and from Beijing.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Quando Quango. All the underground hits.
All Todd Terry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deadbeat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Selecter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ludus,
Tom Boy,
DJ Style,
Yellowson,
Reagan Youth,
Stereo Dub,
Anakelly,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Black Sheep,
Lucky Dragons,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Star Department,
The Dave Clark Five,
Khruangbin,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Amazonics,
Alice Coltrane,
the Sonics,
The Techniques,
The Leaves,
Silicon Teens,
Cameo,
Liliput,
DNA,
Crooked Eye,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
the Association,
Pulsallama,
The Cramps,
Vainqueur,
Qualms,
Scratch Acid,
Morten Harket,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Jandek,
Slick Rick,
Hoover,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Gong,
Piero Umiliani,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Patti Smith,
Mary Jane Girls,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Marshall Jefferson,
10cc,
Ohio Players,
Donald Byrd,
Sonny Sharrock,
Jeff Mills,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Joe Finger,
JFA,
Andrew Hill,
Magazine,
Scion,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ronnie Foster,
Wings,
Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra.
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.