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 Eritrea 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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet 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 The Dirtbombs to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron. All the underground hits.
All Heaven 17 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Technova record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlback 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?
Lebanon Hanover,
Urselle,
Joe Smooth,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Doors,
Shuggie Otis,
Scrapy,
T.S.O.L.,
New Age Steppers,
Gong,
Moby Grape,
Dave Gahan,
Susan Cadogan,
Anthony Braxton,
Peter and Kerry,
The Beau Brummels,
Harry Pussy,
D'Angelo,
OOIOO,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Echospace,
The Skatalites,
Ronan,
The Cowsills,
Robert Görl,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Brand Nubian,
Darondo,
David Axelrod,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Little Man,
Rapeman,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bobby Womack,
Marine Girls,
Tommy Roe,
Thee Headcoats,
B.T. Express,
Brass Construction,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Index,
Mo-Dettes,
The Stooges,
The Barracudas,
Ossler,
Zero Boys,
Jeru the Damaja,
Quando Quango,
Deadbeat,
Alphaville,
Los Fastidios,
Massinfluence,
Hot Snakes,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
June of 44,
Radiopuhelimet,
Chrome,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Last Poets,
Goldenarms,
Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms.
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.