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 Australia and from Tokyo.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Fela Kuti to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 8 Eyed Spy. All the underground hits.
All Nils Olav tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Real Kids 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mojo Men record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Make Up,
The Shadows of Knight,
Erasure,
Radiohead,
Amon Düül II,
Black Moon,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Tommy Roe,
Traffic Nightmare,
Jesper Dahlback,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Joe Smooth,
The New Christs,
Barclay James Harvest,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Fela Kuti,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
OOIOO,
Todd Rundgren,
Man Parrish,
Sun City Girls,
Visage,
D'Angelo,
Kevin Saunderson,
Negative Approach,
the Soft Cell,
Steve Hackett,
Gil Scott Heron,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Dark Day,
Fluxion,
Mo-Dettes,
The Busters,
The Raincoats,
Kenny Larkin,
Accadde A,
Alphaville,
Sight & Sound,
Marine Girls,
Stereo Dub,
Gregory Isaacs,
Tubeway Army,
Black Bananas,
Deepchord,
Janne Schatter,
Dennis Brown,
Pharoah Sanders,
Peter & Gordon,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Urselle,
Excepter,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Index,
Bush Tetras,
The Barracudas,
the Swans,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Slackers,
New Age Steppers,
Kerri Chandler,
Babytalk,
The Neon Judgement,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Evens, The Evens, The Evens, The Evens.
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.