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 Grenada and from Milan.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin 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 Ronan to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Joyce Sims. All the underground hits.
All The Chocolate Watch Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Symarip record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a D'Angelo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Colin Newman,
Radio Birdman,
Connie Case,
The Moody Blues,
The Divine Comedy,
Yellowson,
Whodini,
Neil Young,
Boredoms,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Wake,
JFA,
Neu!,
Television Personalities,
Au Pairs,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Slackers,
The Walker Brothers,
Das Ding,
Eric Dolphy,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Standells,
Altered Images,
The Shadows of Knight,
Slave,
Yaz,
Sällskapet,
Skriet,
Silicon Teens,
Bill Near,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Index,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ohio Players,
Simply Red,
The Misunderstood,
Lalo Schifrin,
Joe Smooth,
Soft Machine,
Dorothy Ashby,
Jeru the Damaja,
Thee Headcoats,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Gap Band,
Radiopuhelimet,
Janne Schatter,
Leonard Cohen,
Black Flag,
The Music Machine,
Bobby Womack,
Dead Boys,
Alice Coltrane,
Kenny Larkin,
Warren Ellis,
Nik Kershaw,
The Stooges,
the Bar-Kays,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai.
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.