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 Madagascar and from Houston.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Lyon.
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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Roy Ayers to the punk 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 The Fortunes. All the underground hits.
All Massinfluence tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nik Kershaw record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythm & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Clarke,
Fad Gadget,
New York Dolls,
The Walker Brothers,
Bootsy Collins,
Godley & Creme,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Monochrome Set,
Schoolly D,
Little Man,
Fatback Band,
Technova,
L. Decosne,
The Wake,
Model 500,
Harmonia,
R.M.O.,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Index,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Interpol,
The Beau Brummels,
Arthur Verocai,
Gang Starr,
Motorama,
Grandmaster Flash,
Tears for Fears,
Steve Hackett,
The Shadows of Knight,
Harpers Bizarre,
Dawn Penn,
Franke,
Hashim,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Nik Kershaw,
T. Rex,
Simply Red,
Tim Buckley,
Jacob Miller,
MDC,
Pylon,
Altered Images,
John Lydon,
Marmalade,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bluetip,
Aswad,
Joe Smooth,
The Last Poets,
The Grass Roots,
Johnny Osbourne,
Deadbeat,
The Evens,
Fela Kuti,
Reagan Youth,
Buzzcocks,
Ronnie Foster,
Josef K,
ABC,
Lalo Schifrin,
Roxy Music,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685.
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.