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 Iraq and from Bologna.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Eric Copeland to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo. All the underground hits.
All R.M.O. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fad Gadget 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 a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Terry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jimmy McGriff,
Gang Starr,
FM Einheit,
Guru Guru,
Agent Orange,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Fortunes,
Goldenarms,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bad Manners,
Ten City,
The Grass Roots,
Graham Central Station,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ice-T,
Scion,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Blues Magoos,
Sonny Sharrock,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sun City Girls,
Boredoms,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bizarre Inc.,
Moss Icon,
X-102,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lou Reed,
Rakim,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
JFA,
Excepter,
Index,
Niagra,
Kayak,
Aswad,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Donny Hathaway,
Sugar Minott,
the Germs,
Brass Construction,
Easy Going,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Electric Prunes,
Spoonie Gee,
Lebanon Hanover,
Marcia Griffiths,
Avey Tare,
Deadbeat,
Qualms,
Sarah Menescal,
The Residents,
Hardrive,
Camouflage,
The Stooges,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Mr. Review,
Mark Hollis,
Section 25,
Gang Green,
Supertramp,
Toni Rubio,
A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls.
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.