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 Italy and from Manila.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Dennis Brown to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Neu!. All the underground hits.
All Cal Tjader tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young & Crazy Horse record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grauzone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Standells,
Skarface,
Colin Newman,
Angry Samoans,
China Crisis,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Eden Ahbez,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Tim Buckley,
Bluetip,
Fad Gadget,
The Beau Brummels,
Avey Tare,
Donald Byrd,
The Divine Comedy,
Marc Almond,
The Residents,
The Zeros,
Trumans Water,
Kenny Larkin,
the Bar-Kays,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Public Image Ltd.,
Tears for Fears,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Roger Hodgson,
Gichy Dan,
Simply Red,
Sparks,
The Mojo Men,
Fela Kuti,
The Martian,
Carl Craig,
The Leaves,
Boz Scaggs,
Soul II Soul,
Au Pairs,
The Stooges,
Average White Band,
Royal Trux,
Con Funk Shun,
The Misunderstood,
Althea and Donna,
Unwound,
Black Flag,
Hasil Adkins,
Loose Ends,
Sandy B,
Schoolly D,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Dirtbombs,
Alice Coltrane,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Pop Group,
Mo-Dettes,
The New Christs,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
David Axelrod,
Chris Corsano,
Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter.
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.