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 Japan and from Beijing.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 oboe 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 Mo-Dettes to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Rotary Connection. All the underground hits.
All UT tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monks 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moleskins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Funky Four + One,
Ludus,
The Busters,
Juan Atkins,
Tres Demented,
Babytalk,
Jeff Lynne,
The J.B.'s,
Black Sheep,
Swans,
John Holt,
Qualms,
Cameo,
Grey Daturas,
The Slits,
ABC,
Hardrive,
the Slits,
Cybotron,
Procol Harum,
The Cure,
Rakim,
Whodini,
Stiv Bators,
The Birthday Party,
Duran Duran,
Eric Dolphy,
Blake Baxter,
Davy DMX,
Nation of Ulysses,
Archie Shepp,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Goldenarms,
Roxette,
Can,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Altered Images,
Ossler,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Skriet,
Black Bananas,
Eric Copeland,
The Beau Brummels,
Nils Olav,
Intrusion,
Colin Newman,
Gang Green,
The Skatalites,
Sonny Sharrock,
Vladislav Delay,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ten City,
The Trojans,
cv313,
The Real Kids,
the Human League,
Sam Rivers,
Parry Music,
Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust.
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.