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 Finland and from London.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 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 Dawn Penn to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Red Krayola. All the underground hits.
All Ronan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Cell 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Patti Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 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,
Lou Reed,
Amon Düül,
Flamin' Groovies,
Soul Sonic Force,
Dark Day,
Yaz,
Sexual Harrassment,
Crooked Eye,
Hashim,
Cybotron,
Masters at Work,
Angry Samoans,
Carl Craig,
a-ha,
Bootsy Collins,
La Düsseldorf,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Gichy Dan,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Girls At Our Best!,
Roger Hodgson,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Slackers,
Panda Bear,
Skaos,
The Sonics,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Smoke,
Mad Mike,
Roxy Music,
Das Ding,
Sandy B,
John Lydon,
Joy Division,
Tropical Tobacco,
DNA,
Cameo,
Sparks,
Los Fastidios,
Country Teasers,
Josef K,
Easy Going,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Eddi Front,
Albert Ayler,
Crispian St. Peters,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Last Poets,
Curtis Mayfield,
Drexciya,
Erasure,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lou Christie,
Agent Orange,
The Seeds,
John Coltrane,
Rakim,
Ituana,
Kenny Larkin,
Stetsasonic,
James White and The Blacks,
Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat.
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.