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 Burkina and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Soft Cell to the techno 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 China Crisis. All the underground hits.
All Idris Muhammad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Schoolly D record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arthur Verocai record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Letta Mbulu,
Tom Boy,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Victims,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Anthony Braxton,
Peter & Gordon,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Dual Sessions,
Shuggie Otis,
The Toasters,
Bronski Beat,
Traffic Nightmare,
Grey Daturas,
Mars,
the Swans,
DNA,
The Cowsills,
The Durutti Column,
The Monks,
The Remains,
The Techniques,
Jeru the Damaja,
Kayak,
Moebius,
James White and The Blacks,
Aswad,
Black Bananas,
The Beau Brummels,
The Saints,
Todd Terry,
Jacob Miller,
Bob Dylan,
Niagra,
Bizarre Inc.,
Interpol,
Roy Ayers,
Chrome,
Mark Hollis,
OOIOO,
Sonny Sharrock,
Malaria!,
Minny Pops,
Jesper Dahlback,
Warren Ellis,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Sonics,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bill Wells,
Robert Hood,
Connie Case,
Wolf Eyes,
The Modern Lovers,
Crash Course in Science,
The Zeros,
Q65,
The Divine Comedy,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Terry Callier,
Jeff Lynne,
Ornette Coleman,
Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone.
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.