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 Poland and from Milan.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Swell Maps to the grime 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 Steve Hackett. All the underground hits.
All Brand Nubian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Morten Harket record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Gang Dance,
Soul II Soul,
Aural Exciters,
Gong,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The New Christs,
Blossom Toes,
The Mojo Men,
Interpol,
Cameo,
China Crisis,
Kaleidoscope,
Lightning Bolt,
Idris Muhammad,
Gang Starr,
Easy Going,
Von Mondo,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Niagra,
Royal Trux,
MC5,
The Barracudas,
Whodini,
Swans,
Tubeway Army,
Dave Gahan,
The Misunderstood,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Cecil Taylor,
Barbara Tucker,
Nico,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Hot Snakes,
Lee Hazlewood,
Roger Hodgson,
The Five Americans,
The Buckinghams,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sugar Minott,
Aloha Tigers,
Youth Brigade,
Pulsallama,
Jeff Mills,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Electric Prunes,
The Real Kids,
Icehouse,
Excepter,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ornette Coleman,
Severed Heads,
Lebanon Hanover,
Grey Daturas,
Main Source,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Morten Harket,
The Dirtbombs,
Piero Umiliani,
Funky Four + One,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Angels of Light,
Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger.
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.