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 Turkmenistan 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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Monolake to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Barrington Levy. All the underground hits.
All Kerrie Biddell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Axelrod record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Selecter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Leaves,
Joyce Sims,
ABC,
Organ,
Quadrant,
Depeche Mode,
Roger Hodgson,
Cymande,
The Mummies,
Yusef Lateef,
Slave,
B.T. Express,
Howard Jones,
Theoretical Girls,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Rufus Thomas,
Smog,
Grauzone,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Raincoats,
Ituana,
Ten City,
The Fall,
Magma,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
a-ha,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Stereo Dub,
Warsaw,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Grass Roots,
The Kinks,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
David Axelrod,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Talk Talk,
Duran Duran,
The Victims,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Evens,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Camberwell Now,
Susan Cadogan,
Interpol,
The Five Americans,
June of 44,
Faust,
Jeff Mills,
Little Man,
The Young Rascals,
Lindisfarne,
The Misunderstood,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ornette Coleman,
Chris & Cosey,
Porter Ricks,
cv313,
Infiniti,
Harpers Bizarre,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster.
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.