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 Netherlands and from Toronto.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 snare 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 Rotary Connection to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Tubeway Army. All the underground hits.
All Nils Olav tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 10cc record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ten City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tropical Tobacco,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Stockholm Monsters,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Invisible,
The Evens,
Swell Maps,
Rakim,
The New Christs,
Quantec,
Ronnie Foster,
Grey Daturas,
Sandy B,
Barrington Levy,
The Blues Magoos,
The Electric Prunes,
Laurel Aitken,
The Misunderstood,
B.T. Express,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Blake Baxter,
Eli Mardock,
Crooked Eye,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Stooges,
Scion,
The Move,
Outsiders,
Jerry's Kids,
Robert Hood,
ABBA,
Sun Ra,
The Cowsills,
Bang On A Can,
Royal Trux,
Flash Fearless,
Trumans Water,
Hot Snakes,
Sun City Girls,
La Düsseldorf,
The Fall,
Moby Grape,
Skarface,
Zero Boys,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Suburban Knight,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Happenings,
Charles Mingus,
a-ha,
Ossler,
The Leaves,
Easy Going,
DJ Sneak,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Scott Walker,
Heaven 17,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Susan Cadogan,
Freddie Wadling,
Deepchord,
Flipper,
The Angels of Light,
The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America.
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.