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 East Timor and from Taipei.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 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 Sunsets and Hearts to the techno 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 Janne Schatter. All the underground hits.
All Rhythim Is Rhythim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott Heron 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Al Stewart record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba 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 Martian,
The Gladiators,
Unrelated Segments,
Lucky Dragons,
Freddie Wadling,
Robert Hood,
Masters at Work,
Marmalade,
Skaos,
Motorama,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Roger Hodgson,
Delon & Dalcan,
Rites of Spring,
Girls At Our Best!,
Boz Scaggs,
Jeff Mills,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ronan,
Sandy B,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Tim Buckley,
Aaron Thompson,
Colin Newman,
Agitation Free,
Barrington Levy,
Neu!,
The Litter,
Maurizio,
The Skatalites,
Duran Duran,
World's Most,
The Doors,
Dawn Penn,
Johnny Clarke,
Nils Olav,
Jeru the Damaja,
Letta Mbulu,
Morten Harket,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Mantronix,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gang of Four,
cv313,
Arab on Radar,
Albert Ayler,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Matthew Halsall,
Rhythm & Sound,
Panda Bear,
Franke,
Bauhaus,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Crash Course in Science,
Piero Umiliani,
Cal Tjader,
Soft Cell,
Cameo,
Jacob Miller,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Fortunes,
Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe.
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.