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 Costa Rica and from Stockholm.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 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 The Golliwogs to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Lou Reed & Metallica. All the underground hits.
All Reagan Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eurythmics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arab on Radar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pierre Henry,
Nick Fraelich,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Dave Clark Five,
Gabor Szabo,
Moby Grape,
Quando Quango,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sight & Sound,
Excepter,
DNA,
Drive Like Jehu,
Davy DMX,
Siglo XX,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The New Christs,
Symarip,
The Mummies,
Marshall Jefferson,
The American Breed,
Cymande,
Wolf Eyes,
Kurtis Blow,
Shoche,
Kaleidoscope,
Tomorrow,
Desert Stars,
Television,
E-Dancer,
Unwound,
Ken Boothe,
Urselle,
Black Pus,
June Days,
Rufus Thomas,
In Retrospect,
Delon & Dalcan,
Section 25,
Parry Music,
Skriet,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Cybotron,
the Human League,
a-ha,
Brothers Johnson,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Slackers,
Tommy Roe,
Mo-Dettes,
Pharoah Sanders,
Nils Olav,
The Index,
Carl Craig,
The Young Rascals,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Aaron Thompson,
The Walker Brothers,
U.S. Maple,
X-102,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson.
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.