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 Angola and from Lagos.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark. All the underground hits.
All The Walker Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Girls At Our Best! 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marcia Griffiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Morten Harket,
Supertramp,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Barrington Levy,
Stetsasonic,
The Fire Engines,
Radiopuhelimet,
Outsiders,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Swans,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
ABC,
Bobby Sherman,
D'Angelo,
L. Decosne,
The Doobie Brothers,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Wings,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Andrew Hill,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Angry Samoans,
Man Parrish,
Nas,
the Fania All-Stars,
David Axelrod,
Bluetip,
Amazonics,
Kerri Chandler,
Oneida,
Sound Behaviour,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Durutti Column,
8 Eyed Spy,
Duran Duran,
Alison Limerick,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Trojans,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Eli Mardock,
Colin Newman,
Camberwell Now,
Junior Murvin,
Moby Grape,
Sandy B,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Trumans Water,
Anakelly,
Marcia Griffiths,
The United States of America,
Flamin' Groovies,
Eric Dolphy,
The Detroit Cobras,
Harmonia,
Ultravox,
Monks,
Minnie Riperton,
Blossom Toes,
Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins.
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.