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 Latvia and from Winnipeg.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Easy Going to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Harpers Bizarre. All the underground hits.
All Scratch Acid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fort Wilson Riot record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Archie Shepp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Carl Craig,
Moebius,
Ralphi Rosario,
Siglo XX,
Bill Near,
Boz Scaggs,
Lightning Bolt,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Juan Atkins,
The Vogues,
Blossom Toes,
Heaven 17,
Black Pus,
Slick Rick,
Gichy Dan,
CMW,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Scrapy,
Eric Copeland,
Ronan,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gang Gang Dance,
Eden Ahbez,
Joe Smooth,
Funky Four + One,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Matthew Bourne,
David Axelrod,
This Heat,
The Slits,
Echospace,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Infiniti,
Unwound,
Johnny Osbourne,
Zapp,
Jacques Brel,
Eric Dolphy,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Neil Young,
Section 25,
The Tremeloes,
The Selecter,
Blancmange,
Judy Mowatt,
Hashim,
The Smiths,
Crispy Ambulance,
Tubeway Army,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Television Personalities,
Quantec,
Gong,
Harpers Bizarre,
New Age Steppers,
Brick,
Flipper,
Scott Walker,
The Black Dice,
Cal Tjader,
Moss Icon,
Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48.
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.