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 Armenia and from Halifax.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Aaron Thompson to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Swell Maps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Das Ding 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lower 48 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Can,
Rekid,
Brothers Johnson,
ABC,
June Days,
Monks,
kango's stein massive,
EPMD,
Japan,
The Knickerbockers,
Bad Manners,
Bobby Sherman,
Banda Bassotti,
Slick Rick,
Loose Ends,
Barrington Levy,
Reuben Wilson,
Procol Harum,
Yellowson,
Eli Mardock,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Neon Judgement,
Jesper Dahlback,
Eve St. Jones,
Easy Going,
Freddie Wadling,
Country Joe & The Fish,
David Bowie,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Jeff Lynne,
The Raincoats,
Rapeman,
Section 25,
The Fortunes,
Pierre Henry,
H. Thieme,
The Last Poets,
Nation of Ulysses,
Mark Hollis,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Livin' Joy,
Nils Olav,
Boz Scaggs,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lindisfarne,
Clear Light,
DJ Sneak,
Animal Collective,
Dave Gahan,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bush Tetras,
Negative Approach,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Stooges,
Niagra,
Swans,
The Beau Brummels,
The Mummies,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Massinfluence,
Little Man,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Main Source, Main Source, Main Source, Main Source.
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.