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 Bolivia and from Jakarta.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 guitar 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 Ice-T to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Litter. All the underground hits.
All Trumans Water tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sound Behaviour record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Teasers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kas Product,
The Fuzztones,
Duran Duran,
Lindisfarne,
Drexciya,
Black Flag,
Oblivians,
The Monochrome Set,
Carl Craig,
Accadde A,
Theoretical Girls,
the Germs,
Inner City,
Goldenarms,
Crime,
Harry Pussy,
The Skatalites,
Jacques Brel,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Gerry Rafferty,
Main Source,
AZ,
Rosa Yemen,
Niagra,
The Last Poets,
The Five Americans,
Alice Coltrane,
New York Dolls,
Nils Olav,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Barry Ungar,
Derrick Morgan,
Ituana,
Sound Behaviour,
Kenny Larkin,
Godley & Creme,
Kayak,
Grey Daturas,
Don Cherry,
Neu!,
Tomorrow,
The Flesh Eaters,
D'Angelo,
Hoover,
Lalann,
Rhythm & Sound,
Supertramp,
Rotary Connection,
Dual Sessions,
Barclay James Harvest,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Babytalk,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Todd Rundgren,
The Electric Prunes,
X-Ray Spex,
Deadbeat,
Nick Fraelich,
Grandmaster Flash,
The American Breed,
Piero Umiliani,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant.
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.