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 Namibia and from Bremen.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar 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 Bar-Kays to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Silicon Teens. All the underground hits.
All Youth Brigade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Leonard Cohen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott Heron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick May,
Shoche,
Maleditus Sound,
The Gap Band,
Ken Boothe,
Negative Approach,
Roy Ayers,
The Last Poets,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sight & Sound,
Mission of Burma,
The Happenings,
Lyres,
Cecil Taylor,
Thompson Twins,
Drexciya,
The Monks,
Scratch Acid,
The Tremeloes,
Alton Ellis,
Jeff Lynne,
Wally Richardson,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Star Department,
Fear,
DNA,
Alison Limerick,
David Axelrod,
Spandau Ballet,
Fad Gadget,
New Order,
Suburban Knight,
Electric Light Orchestra,
the Fania All-Stars,
Das Ding,
The Durutti Column,
Japan,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Andrew Hill,
the Germs,
The Sound,
Tropical Tobacco,
Minor Threat,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Busters,
Rotary Connection,
The Count Five,
Scrapy,
Carl Craig,
The Slits,
Colin Newman,
Jeru the Damaja,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Circle Jerks,
Mary Jane Girls,
John Foxx,
The Barracudas,
Lindisfarne,
Organ,
Mr. Review,
Accadde A,
Soul II Soul,
DJ Style,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros.
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.