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 Slovenia and from Manchester.
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 Bologna and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro 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 JFA to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Stockholm Monsters. All the underground hits.
All Josef K tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dirtbombs 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mr. Review record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Slick Rick,
Gong,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Monks,
Faust,
Derrick May,
Soulsonic Force,
Tubeway Army,
The Names,
Mo-Dettes,
Moby Grape,
The Wake,
Arab on Radar,
Minny Pops,
Eden Ahbez,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Fad Gadget,
New Age Steppers,
Aloha Tigers,
Fatback Band,
The Count Five,
The Stooges,
Minutemen,
Maurizio,
CMW,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Searchers,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Gories,
Joensuu 1685,
Delta 5,
The Tremeloes,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Glenn Branca,
Peter and Kerry,
Prince Buster,
Crispy Ambulance,
Livin' Joy,
The Alarm Clocks,
Tres Demented,
Newcleus,
Steve Hackett,
Dual Sessions,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Porter Ricks,
La Düsseldorf,
The Trojans,
Max Romeo,
Donny Hathaway,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Zapp,
Shuggie Otis,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Gang Green,
Rites of Spring,
Bronski Beat,
Kayak,
JFA, JFA, JFA, JFA.
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.