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 Kenya and from Glasgow.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the theremin 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 Visage to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Skatalites. All the underground hits.
All Ronnie Foster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gabor Szabo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dirtbombs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Saints,
The Grass Roots,
Jesper Dahlback,
Barbara Tucker,
Second Layer,
Jimmy McGriff,
Max Romeo,
Make Up,
Electric Light Orchestra,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lalann,
The Alarm Clocks,
Infiniti,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Jeru the Damaja,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Gun Club,
Althea and Donna,
Magma,
Cal Tjader,
The Durutti Column,
Scott Walker,
Lucky Dragons,
Derrick Morgan,
T.S.O.L.,
Girls At Our Best!,
Marine Girls,
Davy DMX,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Blues Magoos,
Vladislav Delay,
The Happenings,
Cheater Slicks,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Maurizio,
Wasted Youth,
Stiv Bators,
Slick Rick,
a-ha,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Johnny Clarke,
Dawn Penn,
The Fuzztones,
Crispian St. Peters,
Motorama,
Ronnie Foster,
The Raincoats,
Vainqueur,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Minny Pops,
Gang Green,
Gerry Rafferty,
Adolescents,
Nils Olav,
John Holt,
Television Personalities,
Chris Corsano,
Derrick May,
Kayak,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers.
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.