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 Australia and from New York.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Cal Tjader to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Desert Stars. All the underground hits.
All Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxy Music record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Graham Central Station record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Bar-Kays,
Matthew Bourne,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Selecter,
Fluxion,
Minnie Riperton,
Gabor Szabo,
ABBA,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Martian,
Davy DMX,
Easy Going,
Qualms,
Deakin,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Theoretical Girls,
The Dave Clark Five,
Kayak,
The Last Poets,
Brand Nubian,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Rakim,
D'Angelo,
Los Fastidios,
Second Layer,
Panda Bear,
Dual Sessions,
Scan 7,
Visage,
The Birthday Party,
Tomorrow,
Duran Duran,
L. Decosne,
Das Ding,
The Real Kids,
Lindisfarne,
Ossler,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Marvin Gaye,
Goldenarms,
The Wake,
Technova,
Chris & Cosey,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Patti Smith,
JFA,
Robert Görl,
Rosa Yemen,
The Slackers,
Scratch Acid,
the Human League,
KRS-One,
Simply Red,
Bang On A Can,
Matthew Halsall,
Monolake,
Pylon,
Nirvana,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bizarre Inc.,
the Fania All-Stars,
Anakelly,
Chrome,
One Last Wish,
Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback.
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.