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 Colombia and from Tehran.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 marimba 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 Mummies to the dance 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 Mandrill. All the underground hits.
All Pierre Henry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Index record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sad Lovers and Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Organ,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Steve Hackett,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Al Stewart,
La Düsseldorf,
Sight & Sound,
Aswad,
Funky Four + One,
Cheater Slicks,
The Invisible,
Carl Craig,
Tomorrow,
The Slackers,
Patti Smith,
The Vogues,
The Human League,
Livin' Joy,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Move,
The Selecter,
Gastr Del Sol,
Fad Gadget,
Moby Grape,
Harpers Bizarre,
Stiv Bators,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Spoonie Gee,
cv313,
Gabor Szabo,
Aloha Tigers,
Erasure,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Smoke,
Kas Product,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bill Wells,
Joyce Sims,
Lucky Dragons,
Eric Copeland,
Arthur Verocai,
Suburban Knight,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Newcleus,
Mark Hollis,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Au Pairs,
Boogie Down Productions,
Magazine,
Soul II Soul,
Gang Gang Dance,
UT,
Essential Logic,
Nirvana,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Flipper,
Isaac Hayes,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ultimate Spinach,
Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia.
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.