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 Philippines and from Madrid.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
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 The Skatalites to the dance 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 Brick. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Copeland record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gladiators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxy Music,
L. Decosne,
Bronski Beat,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Eden Ahbez,
kango's stein massive,
Black Bananas,
Brothers Johnson,
Wings,
Arab on Radar,
Yazoo,
Surgeon,
Fear,
Gregory Isaacs,
the Human League,
The Stooges,
Amon Düül,
New Age Steppers,
Pharoah Sanders,
Fifty Foot Hose,
David Axelrod,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Spoonie Gee,
Hoover,
Junior Murvin,
Hashim,
Charles Mingus,
Sister Nancy,
Moebius,
Infiniti,
Groovy Waters,
Man Parrish,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Avey Tare,
Suicide,
The Victims,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Terry Callier,
Brass Construction,
Terrestrial Tones,
A Certain Ratio,
Bootsy Collins,
Mission of Burma,
Isaac Hayes,
The Divine Comedy,
10cc,
Rapeman,
Nils Olav,
Youth Brigade,
Henry Cow,
Moby Grape,
Crispian St. Peters,
U.S. Maple,
The Selecter,
John Holt,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Deepchord,
Saccharine Trust,
Reagan Youth,
Ronnie Foster,
Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash.
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.