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 Ecuador and from London.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the theremin 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 Nils Olav to the rap 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 Minor Threat. All the underground hits.
All E-Dancer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delta 5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tears for Fears record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ 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 Trojans,
The Fuzztones,
Zapp,
Marc Almond,
Harry Pussy,
Absolute Body Control,
Chrome,
John Coltrane,
Eurythmics,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Shoche,
James White and The Blacks,
The Birthday Party,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Matthew Halsall,
Nick Fraelich,
Minnie Riperton,
The Misunderstood,
Outsiders,
The Happenings,
Amazonics,
Blossom Toes,
The Grass Roots,
Reuben Wilson,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Saints,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Make Up,
The J.B.'s,
The Vogues,
Cameo,
Fela Kuti,
Groovy Waters,
D'Angelo,
Cymande,
Ornette Coleman,
Lalo Schifrin,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Graham Central Station,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Amon Düül II,
The Young Rascals,
Tears for Fears,
Thompson Twins,
Suicide,
Wire,
Sarah Menescal,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
the Association,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Robert Wyatt,
Japan,
Kurtis Blow,
Sixth Finger,
Freddie Wadling,
ABC,
The Fall,
Amon Düül,
the Normal,
The Cramps,
Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims.
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.