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 Mali and from Cairo.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Bologna.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the theremin 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 Alton Ellis to the disco 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 Sly & The Family Stone. All the underground hits.
All Sly & The Family Stone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thompson Twins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gerry Rafferty record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kevin Saunderson,
Slave,
Y Pants,
Inner City,
Erykah Badu,
Marshall Jefferson,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Fat Boys,
Terrestrial Tones,
John Lydon,
The Wake,
David McCallum,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Tremeloes,
Soul II Soul,
Cal Tjader,
Swans,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Beasts of Bourbon,
the Bar-Kays,
Ten City,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Rakim,
Archie Shepp,
The Count Five,
Amon Düül II,
Stockholm Monsters,
Alison Limerick,
Minny Pops,
Steve Hackett,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Modern Lovers,
Robert Görl,
Lalo Schifrin,
Malaria!,
Yaz,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sister Nancy,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Quadrant,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Golliwogs,
Brothers Johnson,
Minnie Riperton,
Excepter,
Second Layer,
CMW,
Severed Heads,
Qualms,
Nick Fraelich,
Gong,
X-102,
Heaven 17,
Dawn Penn,
Bronski Beat,
The Happenings,
Depeche Mode,
Ronan,
Tears for Fears,
Negative Approach,
Kerri Chandler,
New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls.
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.