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 Malta and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 Portland and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the sitar 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 Masters at Work to the grime 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 Delta 5. All the underground hits.
All Bizarre Inc. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Simply Red 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rotary Connection record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Machine,
Rakim,
Amon Düül,
Carl Craig,
Man Eating Sloth,
Funky Four + One,
Section 25,
Sparks,
Pole,
Khruangbin,
Absolute Body Control,
Joyce Sims,
Nik Kershaw,
Unwound,
10cc,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Mantronix,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Barbara Tucker,
The Cosmic Jokers,
AZ,
Accadde A,
Ultimate Spinach,
Laurel Aitken,
Lakeside,
The Beau Brummels,
New Age Steppers,
X-101,
Terry Callier,
Johnny Osbourne,
Black Bananas,
The Associates,
The Mojo Men,
The Happenings,
Tres Demented,
Henry Cow,
Hardrive,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Slick Rick,
Talk Talk,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Dave Gahan,
Scion,
Von Mondo,
Rufus Thomas,
Lower 48,
Eurythmics,
Grey Daturas,
Technova,
Marcia Griffiths,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Brass Construction,
Stetsasonic,
Bill Wells,
The Sonics,
Sarah Menescal,
Amon Düül II,
Clear Light,
Dawn Penn,
Deepchord,
The Toasters,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Skriet, Skriet, Skriet, Skriet.
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.