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 Hungary and from Spokane.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ 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 Archie Shepp to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Blackbyrds. All the underground hits.
All Parry Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Max Romeo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Hill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Music Machine,
Erasure,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Sound,
Girls At Our Best!,
Albert Ayler,
The Remains,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Donald Byrd,
The Walker Brothers,
Alton Ellis,
Vladislav Delay,
Fluxion,
The Victims,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Evens,
Popol Vuh,
Curtis Mayfield,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Prince Buster,
Lyres,
Lucky Dragons,
Gang Starr,
Parry Music,
The Blackbyrds,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Index,
Barrington Levy,
Agent Orange,
Mark Hollis,
Susan Cadogan,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
the Fania All-Stars,
Fad Gadget,
A Certain Ratio,
Joe Smooth,
Rosa Yemen,
The Searchers,
Severed Heads,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Oblivians,
Camouflage,
Motorama,
Sexual Harrassment,
the Bar-Kays,
June of 44,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Skaos,
Brand Nubian,
Boz Scaggs,
the Normal,
Soft Cell,
Chrome,
Ultravox,
Carl Craig,
Theoretical Girls,
The Golliwogs,
R.M.O.,
Cecil Taylor,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Howard Jones,
Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees.
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.