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 Woodstock.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 harpsichord 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 Joe Smooth to the dance 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 Dark Day. All the underground hits.
All Darondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echo & the Bunnymen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delta 5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sandy B,
Bob Dylan,
Black Bananas,
Throbbing Gristle,
Khruangbin,
Tubeway Army,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sexual Harrassment,
the Normal,
Groovy Waters,
Lightning Bolt,
Fatback Band,
Yaz,
Wings,
Wasted Youth,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Stockholm Monsters,
Crooked Eye,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Durutti Column,
The Zeros,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Curtis Mayfield,
Zapp,
New York Dolls,
The Stooges,
Ten City,
Q and Not U,
Metal Thangz,
Eli Mardock,
Dennis Brown,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ronan,
Danielle Patucci,
MDC,
These Immortal Souls,
Grauzone,
Bill Wells,
Hoover,
The Gories,
H. Thieme,
Carl Craig,
New Order,
Infiniti,
Arthur Verocai,
Rites of Spring,
Gong,
Half Japanese,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Albert Ayler,
Mark Hollis,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
D'Angelo,
Kerri Chandler,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Mummies,
Parry Music,
The Five Americans,
The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party.
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.