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 Cameroon and from Tokyo.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 mellotron 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 Laurel Aitken to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 L. Decosne. All the underground hits.
All James White and The Blacks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quadrant record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxette record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Inner City,
Parry Music,
Motorama,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Minny Pops,
Albert Ayler,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
the Association,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Robert Wyatt,
Radiohead,
Kool Moe Dee,
Subhumans,
Pussy Galore,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Arcadia,
Faust,
Dave Gahan,
Fear,
Dennis Brown,
Harry Pussy,
Black Bananas,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Animal Collective,
Arab on Radar,
Symarip,
Moss Icon,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Walker Brothers,
The Modern Lovers,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Piero Umiliani,
Suburban Knight,
Nik Kershaw,
Radiopuhelimet,
Oblivians,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Cramps,
Main Source,
Terrestrial Tones,
Easy Going,
Lower 48,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
La Düsseldorf,
Rhythm & Sound,
Juan Atkins,
The Detroit Cobras,
Quadrant,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Yellowson,
These Immortal Souls,
kango's stein massive,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Rapeman,
Jacques Brel,
Mars,
Urselle,
The Pop Group,
Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott.
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.