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 Sierra Leone and from Glasgow.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
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 Liliput to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Essential Logic. All the underground hits.
All Easy Going tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Be Bop Deluxe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boogie Down Productions,
Massinfluence,
Eddi Front,
Mission of Burma,
Vainqueur,
Unwound,
Funkadelic,
Echospace,
The Smoke,
Brick,
Neil Young,
Jeff Lynne,
The Doobie Brothers,
Agitation Free,
Motorama,
Mary Jane Girls,
Tim Buckley,
The Invisible,
Negative Approach,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ultra Naté,
Deakin,
Shoche,
Soulsonic Force,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Babytalk,
Soft Cell,
Black Sheep,
Roxy Music,
the Soft Cell,
Scott Walker,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Minor Threat,
Metal Thangz,
The Evens,
Joe Smooth,
The Modern Lovers,
Eve St. Jones,
Davy DMX,
Jerry Gold Smith,
kango's stein massive,
Alison Limerick,
Marine Girls,
FM Einheit,
The Martian,
Spandau Ballet,
The Music Machine,
Dawn Penn,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
La Düsseldorf,
Ohio Players,
Banda Bassotti,
The Red Krayola,
Sam Rivers,
David McCallum,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Johnny Clarke,
Ice-T,
Fluxion,
Arcadia,
Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy.
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.