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 Monaco and from Portland.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the linndrum 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 The American Breed to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Siglo XX. All the underground hits.
All Suicide tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fad Gadget record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
D'Angelo,
Bad Manners,
This Heat,
Pet Shop Boys,
Vainqueur,
The Blackbyrds,
Johnny Osbourne,
Mission of Burma,
Nico,
Michelle Simonal,
Panda Bear,
John Holt,
Fat Boys,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Minny Pops,
Easy Going,
The Skatalites,
Crash Course in Science,
Carl Craig,
Bronski Beat,
Danielle Patucci,
Second Layer,
Pantaleimon,
Marcia Griffiths,
Funky Four + One,
Slave,
Stiv Bators,
Pulsallama,
The Raincoats,
Sam Rivers,
The Neon Judgement,
Audionom,
Charles Mingus,
Grandmaster Flash,
Rosa Yemen,
Ituana,
Eric Copeland,
X-101,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Shoche,
Bobby Byrd,
Toni Rubio,
Soul II Soul,
Rekid,
The Motions,
Massinfluence,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Cymande,
Black Moon,
John Coltrane,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Davy DMX,
Andrew Hill,
Gang of Four,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Moody Blues,
Jeff Mills,
B.T. Express,
Wolf Eyes,
Absolute Body Control,
Gerry Rafferty,
the Human League,
The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes.
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.