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 Israel and from Jakarta.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe 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 Bizarre Inc. to the rock 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 Tubeway Army. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Osbourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bad Manners record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Al Stewart record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lower 48,
Popol Vuh,
Spandau Ballet,
Gregory Isaacs,
Kas Product,
Subhumans,
Pylon,
Marshall Jefferson,
One Last Wish,
The Index,
Siglo XX,
Stereo Dub,
The Gladiators,
Maurizio,
Jimmy McGriff,
Spoonie Gee,
X-101,
Lalo Schifrin,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Whodini,
Faraquet,
Duran Duran,
Make Up,
Lungfish,
Jacob Miller,
Jeff Mills,
Traffic Nightmare,
Scrapy,
Alton Ellis,
Lou Reed,
Von Mondo,
Marcia Griffiths,
Section 25,
Robert Wyatt,
Newcleus,
ABC,
Alice Coltrane,
Zapp,
Brothers Johnson,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Minny Pops,
The Fortunes,
Unwound,
World's Most,
Joyce Sims,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Barry Ungar,
cv313,
Gang of Four,
Carl Craig,
the Normal,
Rhythm & Sound,
Eddi Front,
Crispian St. Peters,
Michelle Simonal,
Colin Newman,
U.S. Maple,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Rufus Thomas,
Electric Prunes,
Joy Division,
In Retrospect,
FM Einheit,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan.
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.