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 Pakistan 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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Tears for Fears to the funk 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 Subhumans. All the underground hits.
All Roger Hodgson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dave Gahan 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Supertramp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oblivians,
Radio Birdman,
The Fire Engines,
Hardrive,
Grandmaster Flash,
Jacques Brel,
The Doors,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Panda Bear,
Minnie Riperton,
The Saints,
Aural Exciters,
Lalann,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Mr. Review,
Ossler,
Wally Richardson,
Wasted Youth,
Eric Dolphy,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Index,
Eurythmics,
Soul II Soul,
Jerry Gold Smith,
DJ Style,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Anakelly,
Crooked Eye,
Peter and Kerry,
Infiniti,
Chris & Cosey,
Swans,
Hoover,
Kurtis Blow,
Spandau Ballet,
The Martian,
Bauhaus,
Rekid,
Camberwell Now,
Gang of Four,
The Pop Group,
Agent Orange,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Cecil Taylor,
Alice Coltrane,
Idris Muhammad,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Fall,
Aloha Tigers,
Yazoo,
Banda Bassotti,
The Move,
Easy Going,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Gregory Isaacs,
Flamin' Groovies,
Curtis Mayfield,
Pet Shop Boys,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Tubeway Army,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo.
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.