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 Sri Lanka 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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 chamberlin 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 Kevin Saunderson to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Kas Product. All the underground hits.
All Judy Mowatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boz Scaggs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxette 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?
Metal Thangz,
Easy Going,
The Black Dice,
Marvin Gaye,
Iggy Pop,
Brick,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lalann,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Robert Görl,
Drive Like Jehu,
Grandmaster Flash,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Robert Wyatt,
Bauhaus,
Make Up,
The Fuzztones,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Barrington Levy,
Severed Heads,
the Bar-Kays,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
In Retrospect,
Monks,
Adolescents,
Susan Cadogan,
Gichy Dan,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Albert Ayler,
Sexual Harrassment,
Fear,
Sam Rivers,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
the Human League,
Ultimate Spinach,
Audionom,
Girls At Our Best!,
Guru Guru,
Al Stewart,
Y Pants,
Magazine,
Ultra Naté,
Moebius,
The Moody Blues,
Anakelly,
Talk Talk,
Model 500,
Johnny Clarke,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Erykah Badu,
Yusef Lateef,
Danielle Patucci,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Monks,
The Tremeloes,
Marcia Griffiths,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Godley & Creme,
The Martian,
Khruangbin,
Trumans Water,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Altered Images,
Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force.
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.