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 Haiti and from Taipei.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Stockholm.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 The Blues Magoos to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Ralphi Rosario. All the underground hits.
All Joy Division tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Rundgren record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Misunderstood,
Lightning Bolt,
Marvin Gaye,
Half Japanese,
Joensuu 1685,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Soul Sonic Force,
Rotary Connection,
The Star Department,
The Gap Band,
Bobbi Humphrey,
DJ Sneak,
The Slackers,
Porter Ricks,
The Stooges,
Pantytec,
The Fuzztones,
The Motions,
Shuggie Otis,
Maleditus Sound,
Lyres,
The Invisible,
Parry Music,
Rapeman,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Five Americans,
Bad Manners,
Animal Collective,
Janne Schatter,
Pantaleimon,
Basic Channel,
Marcia Griffiths,
Alphaville,
H. Thieme,
Gong,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Isaac Hayes,
Gregory Isaacs,
F. McDonald,
Stetsasonic,
Delta 5,
Black Sheep,
DJ Style,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Don Cherry,
Mo-Dettes,
Reagan Youth,
Eli Mardock,
Supertramp,
Arab on Radar,
Schoolly D,
Motorama,
Fela Kuti,
Fad Gadget,
Kayak,
Darondo,
The Moleskins,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Alarm Clocks,
Model 500,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco.
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.