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 Netherlands and from Jakarta.
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 Taipei and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Tom Boy. All the underground hits.
All Gang Green tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delta 5 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes 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?
Ituana,
Soul II Soul,
Amazonics,
Bad Manners,
Nils Olav,
Lou Reed,
Pet Shop Boys,
Young Marble Giants,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Boz Scaggs,
The Cure,
Nation of Ulysses,
Pulsallama,
Roy Ayers,
Don Cherry,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Althea and Donna,
Warren Ellis,
Lee Hazlewood,
Andrew Hill,
Charles Mingus,
Marcia Griffiths,
Technova,
Tom Boy,
DJ Style,
The Slackers,
Chris Corsano,
Q and Not U,
Malaria!,
The Seeds,
Lou Christie,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Kayak,
Procol Harum,
The Doors,
Kerri Chandler,
The Martian,
ABBA,
John Holt,
China Crisis,
Brothers Johnson,
Pylon,
EPMD,
The Fuzztones,
Reagan Youth,
Sarah Menescal,
The Beau Brummels,
Radiohead,
Junior Murvin,
Sex Pistols,
Bobby Byrd,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
James White and The Blacks,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Magazine,
Suicide,
Supertramp,
Duran Duran,
Nas,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
B.T. Express,
Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté.
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.