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 Singapore and from Copenhagen.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Barclay James Harvest to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Yaz. All the underground hits.
All Robert Wyatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Urselle 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James White and The Blacks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Hardrive,
Rosa Yemen,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ornette Coleman,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Moss Icon,
Black Moon,
Hashim,
Nik Kershaw,
Scan 7,
Ken Boothe,
Bobby Womack,
Country Teasers,
The Pop Group,
Sun Ra,
H. Thieme,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gang Starr,
Peter & Gordon,
Yusef Lateef,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Vainqueur,
Tom Boy,
Faraquet,
Bush Tetras,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Eli Mardock,
Minnie Riperton,
Kurtis Blow,
Monolake,
Todd Terry,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Black Bananas,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
DJ Sneak,
Leonard Cohen,
Eric Copeland,
The Grass Roots,
Derrick May,
Deadbeat,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Fatback Band,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Selecter,
The Sound,
Dave Gahan,
The Velvet Underground,
The Star Department,
Andrew Hill,
Audionom,
Funkadelic,
Quadrant,
Erasure,
Connie Case,
Avey Tare,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
ABBA,
New York Dolls,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds.
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.