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 Guinea and from Lille.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 harpsichord 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 Sight & Sound to the disco 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 Jeru the Damaja. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Schoolly D record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pretty Things record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Black Sheep,
Gang of Four,
Big Daddy Kane,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sarah Menescal,
Model 500,
Skarface,
Amazonics,
Mary Jane Girls,
Roxy Music,
Roger Hodgson,
Surgeon,
Althea and Donna,
B.T. Express,
The Cramps,
Dennis Brown,
Fugazi,
The Smoke,
Massinfluence,
Boredoms,
Robert Hood,
Don Cherry,
Ronan,
Bad Manners,
Al Stewart,
Clear Light,
Nik Kershaw,
Sixth Finger,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Make Up,
Motorama,
Sister Nancy,
Royal Trux,
Bill Near,
Parry Music,
David McCallum,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Rapeman,
The Wake,
The Remains,
Fad Gadget,
Bootsy Collins,
KRS-One,
The Moody Blues,
John Cale,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
FM Einheit,
Jerry's Kids,
Marvin Gaye,
Babytalk,
Bluetip,
Sandy B,
JFA,
The Gun Club,
Alton Ellis,
Aswad,
Sugar Minott,
Alphaville,
China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis.
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.