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 Malaysia and from Delhi.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 organ 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 E-Dancer to the rock 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 The Neon Judgement. All the underground hits.
All Ralphi Rosario tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Steve Hackett 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boz Scaggs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Victims,
UT,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Minor Threat,
Average White Band,
The J.B.'s,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Pantaleimon,
Ponytail,
Make Up,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Y Pants,
Donald Byrd,
The Remains,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Prince Buster,
Isaac Hayes,
Letta Mbulu,
Scientists,
Blake Baxter,
Johnny Clarke,
The Happenings,
Kaleidoscope,
Fluxion,
Kas Product,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bill Wells,
Sun Ra,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Gladiators,
Black Sheep,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Duran Duran,
Junior Murvin,
Scrapy,
Parry Music,
Vladislav Delay,
Roxette,
The Star Department,
One Last Wish,
Erasure,
kango's stein massive,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Cal Tjader,
Adolescents,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Names,
Ornette Coleman,
the Fania All-Stars,
DJ Sneak,
Subhumans,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
David Bowie,
The Beau Brummels,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
U.S. Maple,
Marcia Griffiths,
the Swans,
Piero Umiliani,
This Heat,
David Axelrod,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Hashim,
Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48.
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.