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 Czech Republic and from Glasgow.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 spring reverb 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 Hoover to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Brothers Johnson. All the underground hits.
All Eve St. Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Womack record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Technova,
Spandau Ballet,
Tommy Roe,
Qualms,
Pierre Henry,
The Count Five,
Johnny Osbourne,
Stetsasonic,
Dawn Penn,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Fugs,
The Five Americans,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Techniques,
Bizarre Inc.,
One Last Wish,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Alarm Clocks,
Intrusion,
Gang Green,
EPMD,
Ossler,
Echospace,
Sexual Harrassment,
Q and Not U,
These Immortal Souls,
Gang of Four,
Yusef Lateef,
Funky Four + One,
The Walker Brothers,
Kool Moe Dee,
Fad Gadget,
Porter Ricks,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Smoke,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Moleskins,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Tropical Tobacco,
Magma,
Main Source,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Pantytec,
Procol Harum,
the Swans,
Tomorrow,
Television,
David McCallum,
New Order,
Glambeats Corp.,
Slave,
Mandrill,
Man Parrish,
Brick,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Modern Lovers,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Soft Cell,
The Index,
Whodini,
The J.B.'s,
Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock.
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.