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 United States 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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Theoretical Girls to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Altered Images. All the underground hits.
All Maurizio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kenny Larkin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cal Tjader record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Image Ltd.,
Nas,
Q and Not U,
Soft Cell,
Duran Duran,
Byron Stingily,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Index,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Cheater Slicks,
Lyres,
U.S. Maple,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ludus,
Judy Mowatt,
Agent Orange,
Quando Quango,
Mantronix,
Janne Schatter,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
In Retrospect,
The Smoke,
Accadde A,
Al Stewart,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Big Daddy Kane,
Scan 7,
Pylon,
Arcadia,
Joyce Sims,
The Misunderstood,
Agitation Free,
The Cure,
Bill Wells,
Dave Gahan,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bobby Byrd,
Marmalade,
One Last Wish,
Derrick May,
Thompson Twins,
Ultimate Spinach,
Model 500,
Susan Cadogan,
Niagra,
Pulsallama,
The Vogues,
Section 25,
The Red Krayola,
The Cowsills,
Saccharine Trust,
The Blackbyrds,
Prince Buster,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Tom Boy,
The Move,
Althea and Donna,
The Moleskins,
The Monochrome Set,
La Düsseldorf,
DJ Sneak,
Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw.
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.