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 Switzerland and from Johannesburg.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 oboe 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 Second Layer to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Jesper Dahlbäck. All the underground hits.
All Marshall Jefferson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oneida record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Louis and Bebe Barron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Schoolly D,
Gang Starr,
Ohio Players,
Minor Threat,
The Techniques,
R.M.O.,
Moby Grape,
10cc,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Skaos,
Vainqueur,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Star Department,
Electric Prunes,
the Human League,
Bootsy Collins,
Scrapy,
Nick Fraelich,
Terry Callier,
Qualms,
Kool Moe Dee,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Human League,
Sight & Sound,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Pylon,
Ituana,
Slick Rick,
Tommy Roe,
Max Romeo,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Amon Düül,
Young Marble Giants,
Flash Fearless,
Marine Girls,
Alton Ellis,
Hashim,
Vladislav Delay,
Lucky Dragons,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Rekid,
Cymande,
Public Enemy,
Ten City,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Radiopuhelimet,
Roxy Music,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Simply Red,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Amon Düül II,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Gladiators,
Josef K,
Silicon Teens,
Todd Rundgren,
Half Japanese,
Nirvana,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Smiths,
The Gories, The Gories, The Gories, The Gories.
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.