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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Lagos.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Halifax.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Q65 to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Golliwogs. All the underground hits.
All The Names tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rakim 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Curtis Mayfield record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Leonard Cohen,
Fluxion,
John Foxx,
Don Cherry,
Eric Copeland,
Ronnie Foster,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bobby Sherman,
Mark Hollis,
Kool Moe Dee,
Zero Boys,
Wasted Youth,
Pole,
The Human League,
Icehouse,
Darondo,
Young Marble Giants,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Fortunes,
Ornette Coleman,
Blancmange,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Intrusion,
The Fall,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ohio Players,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sex Pistols,
Arab on Radar,
Angry Samoans,
Ultimate Spinach,
Spandau Ballet,
Schoolly D,
The Happenings,
Negative Approach,
Whodini,
Soft Machine,
The Cramps,
cv313,
Godley & Creme,
June Days,
The Five Americans,
Maurizio,
EPMD,
Tim Buckley,
Echospace,
Desert Stars,
Bootsy Collins,
The Trojans,
The Mighty Diamonds,
This Heat,
Moby Grape,
The Fuzztones,
kango's stein massive,
Althea and Donna,
Brothers Johnson,
The Beau Brummels,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Youth Brigade,
Jacques Brel,
Bush Tetras,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines.
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.