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 Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Neu!. All the underground hits.
All Fort Wilson Riot tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grauzone record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thompson Twins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bob Dylan,
Magma,
Susan Cadogan,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Real Kids,
Crooked Eye,
Kaleidoscope,
Sam Rivers,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Evens,
The Cowsills,
Fugazi,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Vogues,
The Knickerbockers,
Traffic Nightmare,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ice-T,
DNA,
Alison Limerick,
Au Pairs,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Technova,
John Foxx,
Derrick May,
Black Pus,
Y Pants,
Qualms,
Visage,
Scientists,
D'Angelo,
Audionom,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Soul II Soul,
Darondo,
Hashim,
Rites of Spring,
The Saints,
X-Ray Spex,
Blake Baxter,
Stetsasonic,
Dual Sessions,
Faraquet,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Banda Bassotti,
Nick Fraelich,
Tomorrow,
the Human League,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Colin Newman,
The Velvet Underground,
Connie Case,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
June of 44,
K-Klass,
Thompson Twins,
Crispian St. Peters,
Japan,
The Monochrome Set,
Suburban Knight,
Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson.
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.