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 Mongolia and from Manchester.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Gap Band to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Erykah Badu. All the underground hits.
All Iggy Pop tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Altered Images record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fortunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warsaw,
Q65,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Quadrant,
Godley & Creme,
Arab on Radar,
Icehouse,
Andrew Hill,
Franke,
Rakim,
Flamin' Groovies,
Erykah Badu,
The Slackers,
James White and The Blacks,
Vainqueur,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Talk Talk,
Zero Boys,
This Heat,
Country Teasers,
John Cale,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Gabor Szabo,
The Cowsills,
Ossler,
Robert Görl,
The Neon Judgement,
Roger Hodgson,
Brick,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Don Cherry,
Radiohead,
The Real Kids,
Swans,
Johnny Osbourne,
Marine Girls,
Howard Jones,
Davy DMX,
The Gladiators,
Colin Newman,
Blake Baxter,
Metal Thangz,
The Selecter,
Amon Düül II,
Lakeside,
Crispian St. Peters,
Boogie Down Productions,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Aural Exciters,
The Dirtbombs,
Judy Mowatt,
Nico,
K-Klass,
Sight & Sound,
Soulsonic Force,
Matthew Halsall,
Bush Tetras,
Masters at Work,
The Fuzztones,
The Raincoats,
Camouflage,
Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One.
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.