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 Sweden and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 organ 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 Essential Logic to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Kerri Chandler. All the underground hits.
All The Stooges tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Axelrod record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Depeche Mode,
Chrome,
Reuben Wilson,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Blackbyrds,
The Offenders,
Moby Grape,
Connie Case,
Rapeman,
Scott Walker,
Joey Negro,
Godley & Creme,
Whodini,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Au Pairs,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Barclay James Harvest,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Mad Mike,
Bang On A Can,
Country Teasers,
Bob Dylan,
Minnie Riperton,
Motorama,
U.S. Maple,
Charles Mingus,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Gabor Szabo,
Wings,
Excepter,
Mr. Review,
Soft Machine,
Ronan,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Nico,
Hasil Adkins,
Max Romeo,
Vladislav Delay,
Skarface,
Chris & Cosey,
Eric B and Rakim,
Crooked Eye,
Sarah Menescal,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
KRS-One,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Detroit Cobras,
Byron Stingily,
Danielle Patucci,
Niagra,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Black Sheep,
Marcia Griffiths,
E-Dancer,
The Durutti Column,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Crime,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Alphaville,
Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd.
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.