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 Andorra and from Johannesburg.
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 Milan and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Kings Of Tomorrow to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 La Düsseldorf. All the underground hits.
All ABC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rufus Thomas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Buckinghams record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
UT,
The Star Department,
The Cramps,
Terry Callier,
Warren Ellis,
Popol Vuh,
Idris Muhammad,
Lakeside,
The Monochrome Set,
Dual Sessions,
Skriet,
Gregory Isaacs,
Vladislav Delay,
Outsiders,
The Trojans,
Harpers Bizarre,
Brick,
Nirvana,
Newcleus,
The New Christs,
Piero Umiliani,
La Düsseldorf,
Aural Exciters,
The Mummies,
Stockholm Monsters,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Judy Mowatt,
The Dead C,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Scrapy,
Von Mondo,
Sun City Girls,
Magazine,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Rapeman,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Derrick Morgan,
Bush Tetras,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Blackbyrds,
Underground Resistance,
Flash Fearless,
Chrome,
Accadde A,
The Grass Roots,
The Skatalites,
Pantytec,
The Toasters,
Avey Tare,
Dawn Penn,
Inner City,
Erykah Badu,
Rekid,
The Velvet Underground,
Basic Channel,
The Martian,
Parry Music,
Bauhaus,
New Order,
X-101,
The Human League,
AZ, AZ, AZ, AZ.
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.