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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Jakarta.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
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 Bad Manners to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Kings Of Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Vainqueur tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every FM Einheit record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moleskins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABBA,
The Kinks,
The Fall,
DNA,
The Litter,
Bootsy Collins,
The Slackers,
Shuggie Otis,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Roy Ayers,
Man Eating Sloth,
Max Romeo,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Peter & Gordon,
T. Rex,
The Electric Prunes,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Easy Going,
Hasil Adkins,
Delon & Dalcan,
CMW,
Kas Product,
Goldenarms,
Lindisfarne,
Cheater Slicks,
John Cale,
Pussy Galore,
AZ,
The Names,
Cymande,
Fat Boys,
Marmalade,
Thompson Twins,
The Evens,
Minor Threat,
R.M.O.,
Bronski Beat,
Stiv Bators,
Section 25,
Janne Schatter,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Isaac Hayes,
Yazoo,
Trumans Water,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Pulsallama,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Harmonia,
Sun City Girls,
Lower 48,
Suburban Knight,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Andrew Hill,
The Move,
Bauhaus,
Bobby Womack,
Traffic Nightmare,
Erasure,
Outsiders,
Tubeway Army,
Funkadelic,
Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin.
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.