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 Thailand and from Shanghai.
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 Tokyo and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Guru Guru to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Girls At Our Best!. All the underground hits.
All F. McDonald tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drexciya 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lebanon Hanover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eddi Front,
Con Funk Shun,
Fat Boys,
Faraquet,
Chris Corsano,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Marvin Gaye,
Grauzone,
The Tremeloes,
Maleditus Sound,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Brand Nubian,
Index,
Joe Finger,
The Neon Judgement,
The Remains,
The Doobie Brothers,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Henry Cow,
Donny Hathaway,
Lindisfarne,
Agent Orange,
John Coltrane,
The Flesh Eaters,
Kerri Chandler,
Marmalade,
Alphaville,
Robert Hood,
DJ Style,
Country Teasers,
Ohio Players,
Iggy Pop,
Organ,
Donald Byrd,
Visage,
Intrusion,
Leonard Cohen,
Hashim,
Albert Ayler,
The Last Poets,
The Pop Group,
Los Fastidios,
The Zeros,
The Leaves,
John Cale,
The Red Krayola,
Altered Images,
Roxette,
Theoretical Girls,
R.M.O.,
The J.B.'s,
John Lydon,
Aaron Thompson,
Sound Behaviour,
Simply Red,
Kaleidoscope,
Trumans Water,
Wasted Youth,
Freddie Wadling,
Warsaw,
Gerry Rafferty,
Delon & Dalcan,
Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins.
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.