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 Toronto.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
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 Rosa Yemen to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Icehouse. All the underground hits.
All Wings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultravox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Albert Ayler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Fortunes,
Essential Logic,
The Fuzztones,
Swell Maps,
Duran Duran,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Yaz,
Porter Ricks,
Gichy Dan,
Bob Dylan,
Amon Düül,
Von Mondo,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sugar Minott,
Radiohead,
Harry Pussy,
Albert Ayler,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bill Wells,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Doors,
JFA,
Robert Wyatt,
New Order,
Radio Birdman,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Mark Hollis,
Jeff Lynne,
The Flesh Eaters,
Basic Channel,
Nas,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Subhumans,
David McCallum,
David Bowie,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Busters,
The Misunderstood,
A Certain Ratio,
Eric Dolphy,
Clear Light,
Franke,
Joey Negro,
Babytalk,
Al Stewart,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
EPMD,
Ice-T,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Fela Kuti,
Warren Ellis,
The Grass Roots,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Iggy Pop,
Harpers Bizarre,
Blancmange,
These Immortal Souls,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Blackbyrds,
The New Christs,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell.
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.