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 Madagascar and from Mumbai.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Doors to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Yusef Lateef. All the underground hits.
All Anakelly tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skaos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Manfred Mann's Earth Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mummies,
Johnny Osbourne,
Flipper,
The Blues Magoos,
Slave,
Connie Case,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Spandau Ballet,
The Dirtbombs,
Eddi Front,
Sam Rivers,
Rapeman,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ronnie Foster,
Nation of Ulysses,
Flash Fearless,
Marine Girls,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Loose Ends,
Gong,
Essential Logic,
Stiv Bators,
Angry Samoans,
Infiniti,
Avey Tare,
Negative Approach,
Marc Almond,
The Moleskins,
Black Moon,
Lakeside,
CMW,
Howard Jones,
Cluster,
The Divine Comedy,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Mad Mike,
Black Flag,
The Searchers,
Soft Machine,
Susan Cadogan,
a-ha,
Funkadelic,
Monks,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Selecter,
Young Marble Giants,
10cc,
the Fania All-Stars,
Boz Scaggs,
Tres Demented,
Sister Nancy,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Index,
Jacob Miller,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Gabor Szabo,
This Heat,
In Retrospect,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark.
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.