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 France and from Bologna.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Jakarta.
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 rhodes 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 MDC to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo. All the underground hits.
All Roxy Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every De La Soul & Jungle Brothers 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy's Rubber Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Walker Brothers,
Bobby Sherman,
cv313,
The Alarm Clocks,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
a-ha,
Duran Duran,
Tropical Tobacco,
Funkadelic,
Moby Grape,
Sixth Finger,
Amon Düül,
New Age Steppers,
Gil Scott Heron,
Jacob Miller,
Shoche,
Patti Smith,
Yaz,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Boredoms,
Basic Channel,
Ten City,
Drive Like Jehu,
R.M.O.,
The Toasters,
Suburban Knight,
Freddie Wadling,
10cc,
Alice Coltrane,
Popol Vuh,
Magma,
Brick,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Alphaville,
Eurythmics,
Jeff Lynne,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Masters at Work,
Roger Hodgson,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Real Kids,
Au Pairs,
Cecil Taylor,
X-101,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Pop Group,
Depeche Mode,
Bobby Byrd,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Agitation Free,
The Shadows of Knight,
Oneida,
The Grass Roots,
Young Marble Giants,
Metal Thangz,
David McCallum,
Graham Central Station,
Scott Walker,
Panda Bear,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance.
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.