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 Liechtenstein and from Houston.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 arpeggiator 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 Doobie Brothers to the rock 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Sherman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Coltrane 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Clarke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arab on Radar,
Sight & Sound,
8 Eyed Spy,
Patti Smith,
Mandrill,
Ten City,
Gichy Dan,
Sun City Girls,
Reuben Wilson,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Blake Baxter,
Angry Samoans,
Camouflage,
DJ Style,
Massinfluence,
Radiohead,
Soulsonic Force,
DJ Sneak,
Adolescents,
Los Fastidios,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Stetsasonic,
John Holt,
The Walker Brothers,
Amazonics,
Tres Demented,
Jacques Brel,
Crooked Eye,
Pole,
Janne Schatter,
JFA,
LL Cool J,
Idris Muhammad,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Tom Boy,
The Leaves,
Mr. Review,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Real Kids,
Malaria!,
Pet Shop Boys,
Aural Exciters,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
MDC,
Lakeside,
PIL,
Morten Harket,
Albert Ayler,
Stereo Dub,
The Cowsills,
The New Christs,
L. Decosne,
John Cale,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bad Manners,
Carl Craig,
Niagra,
D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo.
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.