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 Belgium and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
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 Tim Buckley to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Trojans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Whodini record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Invisible record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mary Jane Girls,
The Trojans,
The Pop Group,
Echospace,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Divine Comedy,
Masters at Work,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Soul II Soul,
Boz Scaggs,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Durutti Column,
A Certain Ratio,
The Gap Band,
Model 500,
Wire,
Howard Jones,
the Sonics,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Gregory Isaacs,
Hashim,
Gil Scott Heron,
Leonard Cohen,
Cheater Slicks,
Buzzcocks,
John Holt,
Symarip,
Zero Boys,
Nas,
Kenny Larkin,
Kevin Saunderson,
Don Cherry,
Hoover,
Subhumans,
Index,
The Toasters,
The Fortunes,
Derrick Morgan,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sun City Girls,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Kinks,
Scan 7,
Crime,
The Vogues,
Crooked Eye,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Offenders,
Au Pairs,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Dave Clark Five,
Joey Negro,
Q and Not U,
Moby Grape,
Maurizio,
CMW,
Janne Schatter,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ronan,
Absolute Body Control,
Dark Day,
The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves.
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.