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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Mexico City.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the sitar 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 Au Pairs to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Angels of Light. All the underground hits.
All Swell Maps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Offenders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kevin Saunderson,
Radio Birdman,
Dead Boys,
Masters at Work,
Terry Callier,
Alton Ellis,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bluetip,
Slick Rick,
Organ,
Stiv Bators,
The Gap Band,
48th St. Collective,
Black Moon,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Roxette,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Monks,
Junior Murvin,
Bang On A Can,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Don Cherry,
The Move,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ken Boothe,
Cluster,
Rotary Connection,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Soft Cell,
The Five Americans,
The Blues Magoos,
Joensuu 1685,
Can,
Roy Ayers,
Little Man,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sex Pistols,
June Days,
These Immortal Souls,
Jerry's Kids,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lou Christie,
Jeff Lynne,
Dennis Brown,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Von Mondo,
The Dave Clark Five,
Agitation Free,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
John Lydon,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Average White Band,
The Fuzztones,
Pole,
Todd Terry,
Unwound,
Index,
Funkadelic,
Stockholm Monsters,
June of 44, June of 44, June of 44, June of 44.
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.