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 Kingdom and from Delhi.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Mumbai.
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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the organ 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 cv313 to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Faraquet. All the underground hits.
All Slave tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerri Chandler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Dolphy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry's Kids,
Livin' Joy,
The Gap Band,
Roxette,
the Human League,
Vladislav Delay,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Funkadelic,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gang of Four,
Marmalade,
Eric B and Rakim,
Scrapy,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Detroit Cobras,
Jeff Lynne,
Ronan,
Slave,
Marc Almond,
Glambeats Corp.,
This Heat,
Moss Icon,
Rapeman,
Maurizio,
Radiohead,
The Remains,
New York Dolls,
Bluetip,
Erasure,
Moby Grape,
Second Layer,
Grauzone,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Brothers Johnson,
Sight & Sound,
ABC,
Bush Tetras,
Nils Olav,
Stiv Bators,
John Foxx,
Girls At Our Best!,
Wire,
Chrome,
The Sonics,
Lakeside,
Reagan Youth,
Lebanon Hanover,
Neil Young,
The Blackbyrds,
Electric Prunes,
Marine Girls,
Sällskapet,
Mission of Burma,
Quando Quango,
Main Source,
Fluxion,
Motorama,
Aloha Tigers,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Wasted Youth,
Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars.
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.