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 Vietnam and from Manchester.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Moody Blues to the rock 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Sherman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Howard Jones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cramps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slackers,
Organ,
Robert Görl,
Reuben Wilson,
the Soft Cell,
Wally Richardson,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Tears for Fears,
Wings,
Infiniti,
Mary Jane Girls,
X-Ray Spex,
Archie Shepp,
Maurizio,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bronski Beat,
Livin' Joy,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Fire Engines,
Basic Channel,
Bootsy Collins,
Fat Boys,
Sunsets and Hearts,
PIL,
Con Funk Shun,
Roy Ayers,
June of 44,
Joensuu 1685,
K-Klass,
Half Japanese,
Das Ding,
Delta 5,
Kaleidoscope,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Count Five,
Pet Shop Boys,
Duran Duran,
Agent Orange,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sun Ra,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Terry Callier,
Subhumans,
Icehouse,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Toni Rubio,
Sun City Girls,
Steve Hackett,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Rakim,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Mojo Men,
Sonic Youth,
Underground Resistance,
Unrelated Segments,
Janne Schatter,
Todd Rundgren,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bobby Byrd,
R.M.O.,
Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat.
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.