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 Philippines and from Bologna.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Suicide to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud. All the underground hits.
All Stockholm Monsters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Con Funk Shun 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pylon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Con Funk Shun,
Simply Red,
the Fania All-Stars,
Spoonie Gee,
Kerri Chandler,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Index,
Boredoms,
Monolake,
PIL,
Stockholm Monsters,
Howard Jones,
Gil Scott Heron,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Zapp,
UT,
Aaron Thompson,
The Sound,
the Human League,
Rufus Thomas,
Flipper,
Thee Headcoats,
Moss Icon,
June Days,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Alice Coltrane,
Bluetip,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
a-ha,
Judy Mowatt,
The Misunderstood,
Procol Harum,
Robert Hood,
Ponytail,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Standells,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Stooges,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
ABC,
Quadrant,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Neon Judgement,
Mantronix,
Bizarre Inc.,
the Normal,
Talk Talk,
Danielle Patucci,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Hasil Adkins,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Susan Cadogan,
The Blues Magoos,
Robert Wyatt,
Arthur Verocai,
Ultra Naté,
Sight & Sound,
Yaz,
The Angels of Light,
Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers.
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.