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 St Lucia and from Cairo.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 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 Larry & the Blue Notes to the techno 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 Brick. All the underground hits.
All The Move tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blancmange 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Raincoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Invisible,
Eurythmics,
Dead Boys,
Yaz,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Country Teasers,
Slave,
CMW,
Joey Negro,
Deepchord,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Aural Exciters,
Yazoo,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Minutemen,
LL Cool J,
Bobby Womack,
Freddie Wadling,
Stiv Bators,
Alison Limerick,
Rapeman,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Wake,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sexual Harrassment,
Second Layer,
Mo-Dettes,
Tom Boy,
Zero Boys,
Bang On A Can,
Marvin Gaye,
Traffic Nightmare,
Fugazi,
Basic Channel,
Henry Cow,
the Slits,
Eric B and Rakim,
Eli Mardock,
Flipper,
Thompson Twins,
Juan Atkins,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Judy Mowatt,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ituana,
Surgeon,
The Knickerbockers,
Sun City Girls,
Index,
The Selecter,
Wolf Eyes,
Bobbi Humphrey,
the Human League,
Heaven 17,
Warsaw,
Masters at Work,
A Certain Ratio,
Severed Heads,
Visage,
Parry Music,
Bizarre Inc.,
Shuggie Otis,
AZ,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band.
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.