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 Chile and from Mexico City.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the guitar 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 Men They Couldn't Hang to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic. All the underground hits.
All Rhythm & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Organ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minnie Riperton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Evens,
Fat Boys,
Connie Case,
Aloha Tigers,
Moby Grape,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Doobie Brothers,
Spandau Ballet,
Agent Orange,
Royal Trux,
Anthony Braxton,
Prince Buster,
Livin' Joy,
Kenny Larkin,
Joensuu 1685,
Liliput,
Wasted Youth,
Slave,
Camberwell Now,
Kas Product,
The Detroit Cobras,
Fluxion,
Toni Rubio,
LL Cool J,
The Fall,
Shoche,
Groovy Waters,
Yazoo,
Pet Shop Boys,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Unwound,
Gang of Four,
The Gap Band,
Panda Bear,
The Monochrome Set,
Steve Hackett,
Half Japanese,
Sam Rivers,
Grandmaster Flash,
Mandrill,
The Techniques,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Curtis Mayfield,
Arthur Verocai,
Kurtis Blow,
June Days,
Junior Murvin,
Tommy Roe,
Gregory Isaacs,
Agitation Free,
The Zeros,
Radio Birdman,
Fela Kuti,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Robert Görl,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sound Behaviour,
Bootsy Collins,
Eve St. Jones,
T.S.O.L.,
Brick,
The Gun Club,
Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound.
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.