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 St Lucia and from Portland.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo 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 Jeru the Damaja. All the underground hits.
All Con Funk Shun tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nico record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yazoo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Organ,
Dennis Brown,
The Sound,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Pierre Henry,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ultimate Spinach,
Skriet,
Arthur Verocai,
ABC,
Simply Red,
Tomorrow,
A Certain Ratio,
Terry Callier,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ronan,
Sarah Menescal,
Godley & Creme,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Joe Smooth,
These Immortal Souls,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Hardrive,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Moss Icon,
Erasure,
Bronski Beat,
The Modern Lovers,
Cecil Taylor,
Bill Near,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Prince Buster,
The Standells,
Tropical Tobacco,
Jerry Gold Smith,
JFA,
Bob Dylan,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Siglo XX,
Absolute Body Control,
Duran Duran,
Black Moon,
Mark Hollis,
Suburban Knight,
Can,
Livin' Joy,
Panda Bear,
Parry Music,
Rotary Connection,
Gregory Isaacs,
Alton Ellis,
EPMD,
Qualms,
The Gun Club,
Kool Moe Dee,
Monks,
Sällskapet,
The Seeds,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sun Ra,
T. Rex,
Harry Pussy,
Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani.
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.