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 Chile and from Accra.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Stockholm.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Spandau Ballet to the jazz 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 Gang Gang Dance. All the underground hits.
All The Dave Clark Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lightning Bolt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultravox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Enemy,
Radiohead,
Black Pus,
The Kinks,
Porter Ricks,
Electric Prunes,
Pole,
Max Romeo,
Young Marble Giants,
Rod Modell,
Skriet,
Newcleus,
Matthew Bourne,
Black Bananas,
the Fania All-Stars,
Big Daddy Kane,
Eric Dolphy,
Parry Music,
Sight & Sound,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
48th St. Collective,
Laurel Aitken,
Flash Fearless,
Infiniti,
Barrington Levy,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Drexciya,
Pere Ubu,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Soulsonic Force,
Rotary Connection,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ultravox,
the Soft Cell,
The Stooges,
Bush Tetras,
Mr. Review,
Cameo,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Skarface,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Inner City,
Basic Channel,
Gil Scott Heron,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Stetsasonic,
The Beau Brummels,
Gang Starr,
The Victims,
Yazoo,
Josef K,
Niagra,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Raincoats,
Michelle Simonal,
Amon Düül,
Y Pants,
Nik Kershaw,
The Busters,
Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine.
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.