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 Oman 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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 organ 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Rakim. All the underground hits.
All OOIOO tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Carl Craig record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Busters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
These Immortal Souls,
The Moleskins,
Camberwell Now,
Wasted Youth,
Skriet,
Reuben Wilson,
The Evens,
DNA,
Minutemen,
Half Japanese,
Jesper Dahlback,
Donny Hathaway,
Pagans,
the Normal,
Talk Talk,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Derrick Morgan,
Erykah Badu,
The Misunderstood,
The Names,
Inner City,
Moebius,
Massinfluence,
The Blues Magoos,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Danielle Patucci,
Traffic Nightmare,
Stereo Dub,
Radiopuhelimet,
Donald Byrd,
Avey Tare,
The Mummies,
Pierre Henry,
Duran Duran,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Slick Rick,
Banda Bassotti,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Nils Olav,
Spoonie Gee,
Vladislav Delay,
The Gun Club,
Lindisfarne,
Bobby Sherman,
Prince Buster,
The Music Machine,
Babytalk,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
June Days,
Motorama,
Patti Smith,
Black Sheep,
Stiv Bators,
Peter and Kerry,
Bob Dylan,
Lakeside,
10cc,
Malaria!,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Suburban Knight,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Soft Machine,
The Flesh Eaters,
Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic.
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.