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 Vanuatu and from Seoul.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 808 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 Fugazi to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Fad Gadget. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Hill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lonnie Liston Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultravox,
Maleditus Sound,
X-Ray Spex,
OOIOO,
Black Pus,
Loose Ends,
Kenny Larkin,
Joe Finger,
Arthur Verocai,
Sonic Youth,
Pussy Galore,
Visage,
Marmalade,
Mo-Dettes,
The Residents,
Magazine,
Main Source,
The Doors,
Gerry Rafferty,
Young Marble Giants,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Technova,
the Fania All-Stars,
Eric B and Rakim,
Duran Duran,
Black Sheep,
Alphaville,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Traffic Nightmare,
Rufus Thomas,
Fat Boys,
Index,
The Beau Brummels,
Nico,
Magma,
Cabaret Voltaire,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
June Days,
Steve Hackett,
Tim Buckley,
Minny Pops,
Scott Walker,
Harmonia,
The Techniques,
Henry Cow,
PIL,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Niagra,
Marvin Gaye,
Infiniti,
Funky Four + One,
Boredoms,
The Flesh Eaters,
Altered Images,
The Smiths,
Lightning Bolt,
Soul II Soul,
The Divine Comedy,
Moebius,
Jerry's Kids,
Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work.
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.