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 Malawi and from Madrid.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the güiro 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 Black Bananas to the rock 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 The Searchers. All the underground hits.
All Wally Richardson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Archie Shepp 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlbäck record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Happenings,
Boz Scaggs,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Busters,
Roxy Music,
Thee Headcoats,
The Shadows of Knight,
DJ Style,
Joe Smooth,
Crispy Ambulance,
Dorothy Ashby,
Franke,
Soul II Soul,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Dave Gahan,
Robert Görl,
Basic Channel,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Zapp,
Infiniti,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bobby Sherman,
Ludus,
Funky Four + One,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Victims,
Davy DMX,
The Blackbyrds,
Bush Tetras,
The Divine Comedy,
The Walker Brothers,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Wally Richardson,
Kerri Chandler,
Alton Ellis,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ituana,
Funkadelic,
Easy Going,
Agitation Free,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Zeros,
Pussy Galore,
James White and The Blacks,
Adolescents,
the Normal,
Gastr Del Sol,
Don Cherry,
The Doors,
Avey Tare,
Erykah Badu,
Reagan Youth,
Dawn Penn,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Cybotron,
Monolake,
Al Stewart,
Make Up,
Index,
Sällskapet,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes.
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.