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 Botswana and from Taipei.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 guitar 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 Radiohead to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Ash Ra Tempel. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Lynne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Smooth 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül II,
Susan Cadogan,
Main Source,
Skaos,
Eli Mardock,
Peter and Kerry,
Qualms,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Donny Hathaway,
Big Daddy Kane,
Robert Hood,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Easy Going,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Aloha Tigers,
The Young Rascals,
The Move,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Yusef Lateef,
Agitation Free,
Urselle,
Marine Girls,
AZ,
a-ha,
the Normal,
Derrick May,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sex Pistols,
Alice Coltrane,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lindisfarne,
Radiopuhelimet,
Joey Negro,
Blossom Toes,
Infiniti,
U.S. Maple,
Tropical Tobacco,
the Bar-Kays,
Monolake,
Los Fastidios,
Lucky Dragons,
T. Rex,
Sun Ra,
Isaac Hayes,
Rotary Connection,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Supertramp,
Livin' Joy,
Panda Bear,
Agent Orange,
CMW,
John Cale,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Skatalites,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
LL Cool J,
DNA,
The Blackbyrds,
Lyres,
Funky Four + One,
Black Sheep,
Y Pants,
The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras.
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.