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 Tunisia 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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the güiro 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 The American Breed to the electroclash 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 Arab on Radar. All the underground hits.
All Derrick May tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter & Gordon 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minnie Riperton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlback,
Eric Copeland,
Swell Maps,
Talk Talk,
Pierre Henry,
The Red Krayola,
Audionom,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Beau Brummels,
The Invisible,
Erasure,
Moebius,
Gang Starr,
Big Daddy Kane,
Tommy Roe,
Jacques Brel,
Gichy Dan,
Black Flag,
Avey Tare,
Judy Mowatt,
Alton Ellis,
The Litter,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
D'Angelo,
DJ Style,
Gong,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Outsiders,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Wally Richardson,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bizarre Inc.,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sight & Sound,
Peter & Gordon,
The Gap Band,
The Pretty Things,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Loose Ends,
UT,
Unwound,
Kaleidoscope,
Quando Quango,
kango's stein massive,
Mandrill,
Brothers Johnson,
Pantytec,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Chrome,
Flipper,
Marine Girls,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Searchers,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Los Fastidios,
The Sisters of Mercy,
New York Dolls,
Roxy Music,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon.
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.