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 Argentina and from Copenhagen.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the guitar 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Danielle Patucci. All the underground hits.
All Saccharine Trust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every These Immortal Souls 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rotary Connection,
Roxette,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Buckinghams,
Model 500,
Girls At Our Best!,
the Bar-Kays,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Motions,
Alton Ellis,
The Five Americans,
The Durutti Column,
The Victims,
Blake Baxter,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Mad Mike,
The Velvet Underground,
Cameo,
Bizarre Inc.,
Man Eating Sloth,
Junior Murvin,
The Modern Lovers,
The Grass Roots,
Bill Near,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Tropical Tobacco,
Erasure,
Letta Mbulu,
Zero Boys,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Section 25,
June Days,
Sound Behaviour,
Maurizio,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Dave Clark Five,
Crash Course in Science,
The Remains,
Oneida,
Can,
Wings,
The Zeros,
Johnny Clarke,
The Moody Blues,
Radiopuhelimet,
Motorama,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Doobie Brothers,
Black Moon,
Deepchord,
Los Fastidios,
Derrick Morgan,
Susan Cadogan,
The Saints,
Schoolly D,
Ultra Naté,
Rekid,
Metal Thangz,
Nik Kershaw,
Visage,
Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre.
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.