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 Tajikistan and from Winnipeg.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 snare 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 Urselle to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Scott Walker. All the underground hits.
All Marcia Griffiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moby Grape 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 '70s.
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 Liaisons Dangereuses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes 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?
Fat Boys,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Slick Rick,
Kenny Larkin,
Leonard Cohen,
Thee Headcoats,
Boredoms,
DJ Sneak,
The Smiths,
Boz Scaggs,
Grey Daturas,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Y Pants,
Inner City,
Zero Boys,
The Raincoats,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Brand Nubian,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Rufus Thomas,
Simply Red,
Fela Kuti,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lyres,
The Misunderstood,
Radio Birdman,
Funkadelic,
Fluxion,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
James White and The Blacks,
Vladislav Delay,
Pet Shop Boys,
Marcia Griffiths,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Jerry's Kids,
Metal Thangz,
A Certain Ratio,
Magazine,
Supertramp,
The Divine Comedy,
Spandau Ballet,
Girls At Our Best!,
Rapeman,
R.M.O.,
Gichy Dan,
Rites of Spring,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Toni Rubio,
Black Bananas,
Letta Mbulu,
Essential Logic,
Fatback Band,
New Age Steppers,
The Happenings,
X-Ray Spex,
The Gap Band,
Marvin Gaye,
Aaron Thompson,
Little Man,
Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet.
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.