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 Laos and from Taipei.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 theremin 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 Loose Ends to the funk 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 Country Teasers. All the underground hits.
All Leonard Cohen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dave Gahan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sexual Harrassment record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Youth Brigade,
Vladislav Delay,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Grauzone,
Arab on Radar,
Fort Wilson Riot,
KRS-One,
Gil Scott Heron,
Television,
Rotary Connection,
Faust,
Jimmy McGriff,
Negative Approach,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ornette Coleman,
Jeff Lynne,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Nick Fraelich,
Roxette,
New Order,
Stereo Dub,
Tomorrow,
Barrington Levy,
The Toasters,
Ronnie Foster,
Camberwell Now,
June Days,
The Index,
Ultra Naté,
The Gun Club,
X-102,
Jesper Dahlback,
This Heat,
a-ha,
Joyce Sims,
Ossler,
Isaac Hayes,
Roger Hodgson,
Slick Rick,
Section 25,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Porter Ricks,
Angry Samoans,
The Count Five,
Jerry's Kids,
The Invisible,
Erykah Badu,
Rapeman,
Laurel Aitken,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Delon & Dalcan,
Buzzcocks,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Mission of Burma,
Organ,
Fugazi,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Gories,
Bad Manners,
Flipper,
The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers.
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.