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 Austria and from Glasgow.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Jimmy McGriff. All the underground hits.
All Half Japanese tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every a-ha 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tubeway Army record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stereo Dub,
Eli Mardock,
Bad Manners,
Crispian St. Peters,
Alice Coltrane,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Darondo,
The Gories,
Mantronix,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Marine Girls,
Sun City Girls,
The Leaves,
Urselle,
Unrelated Segments,
The Litter,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Das Ding,
Boz Scaggs,
MDC,
Robert Wyatt,
Piero Umiliani,
La Düsseldorf,
Laurel Aitken,
Minor Threat,
Sun Ra,
Q65,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Kurtis Blow,
Donald Byrd,
Lou Christie,
Johnny Osbourne,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
John Foxx,
Talk Talk,
David Bowie,
Barclay James Harvest,
Crash Course in Science,
Peter and Kerry,
Average White Band,
Kayak,
Aloha Tigers,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Cowsills,
The Evens,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Khruangbin,
Grauzone,
Eve St. Jones,
The Count Five,
Soulsonic Force,
Yusef Lateef,
Outsiders,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Pylon,
Flipper,
Man Parrish,
New York Dolls,
Amazonics,
Cymande,
Dennis Brown,
Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic.
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.