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 Vanuatu and from Accra.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Paris.
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 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 Mo-Dettes 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 Henry Cow. All the underground hits.
All Hot Snakes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sugar Minott record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rekid,
The Fall,
Amon Düül,
Swell Maps,
The Litter,
Shoche,
T. Rex,
Nation of Ulysses,
Kenny Larkin,
New Order,
Siglo XX,
Buzzcocks,
Moebius,
Roger Hodgson,
The Gladiators,
Quando Quango,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Reuben Wilson,
FM Einheit,
Howard Jones,
Interpol,
Heaven 17,
X-102,
the Fania All-Stars,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sugar Minott,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Main Source,
The Birthday Party,
The Martian,
Peter & Gordon,
Donald Byrd,
Gong,
It's A Beautiful Day,
JFA,
The Fortunes,
Bush Tetras,
The Barracudas,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sarah Menescal,
Yellowson,
Amon Düül II,
In Retrospect,
Rhythm & Sound,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Barrington Levy,
Kaleidoscope,
the Normal,
Terry Callier,
Make Up,
a-ha,
The Searchers,
Quadrant,
Agitation Free,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Public Image Ltd.,
Newcleus,
Agent Orange,
Zero Boys,
Gil Scott Heron,
Radiohead,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity.
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.