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 Switzerland and from Manila.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Tokyo.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 The Techniques to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Roxette. All the underground hits.
All Strawberry Alarm Clock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pussy Galore 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric B and Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Lydon,
Tres Demented,
Sam Rivers,
Soulsonic Force,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Stiv Bators,
Anakelly,
Adolescents,
Chris Corsano,
Alphaville,
Scott Walker,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Stetsasonic,
AZ,
Alton Ellis,
Zapp,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Fad Gadget,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Magazine,
Mission of Burma,
Sound Behaviour,
The Five Americans,
Pagans,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Eden Ahbez,
Los Fastidios,
Lalo Schifrin,
Throbbing Gristle,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Seeds,
Drive Like Jehu,
Eric Dolphy,
8 Eyed Spy,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Zeros,
Bob Dylan,
Main Source,
Mr. Review,
LL Cool J,
JFA,
Magma,
Q and Not U,
Livin' Joy,
Stockholm Monsters,
Essential Logic,
Rufus Thomas,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gil Scott Heron,
Zero Boys,
Eddi Front,
Country Teasers,
U.S. Maple,
The Cowsills,
Grauzone,
The Index,
The Raincoats,
Byron Stingily,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Steve Hackett,
The Fortunes,
This Heat,
Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead.
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.