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 Azerbaijan and from Shanghai.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 snare 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 Crispian St. Peters to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark. All the underground hits.
All The Grass Roots tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Junior Murvin 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Major Organ And The Adding Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro 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 Dirtbombs,
Arab on Radar,
Grandmaster Flash,
Barrington Levy,
The Techniques,
The Gladiators,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Fatback Band,
Nils Olav,
Dave Gahan,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Agent Orange,
Moss Icon,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Josef K,
Kaleidoscope,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Searchers,
Blake Baxter,
Interpol,
Godley & Creme,
E-Dancer,
Wings,
Johnny Osbourne,
Roger Hodgson,
a-ha,
Inner City,
The Neon Judgement,
Talk Talk,
Index,
Tommy Roe,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Altered Images,
Janne Schatter,
New Order,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lower 48,
Eddi Front,
The Angels of Light,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
T.S.O.L.,
Dual Sessions,
Japan,
Marvin Gaye,
Monolake,
John Coltrane,
Barry Ungar,
Hardrive,
Q and Not U,
Cybotron,
Dennis Brown,
Robert Wyatt,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Kas Product,
John Holt,
Kenny Larkin,
The Walker Brothers,
Scion,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Kurtis Blow,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
the Soft Cell,
Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty.
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.