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 Burkina and from Mexico City.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 808 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 Robert Görl to the dance 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 Banda Bassotti. All the underground hits.
All DJ Style tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MDC 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aaron Thompson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Almond,
The Neon Judgement,
Schoolly D,
Zapp,
The Tremeloes,
Nirvana,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Tommy Roe,
The Gories,
Cheater Slicks,
Dark Day,
Shuggie Otis,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Trojans,
Altered Images,
B.T. Express,
Heaven 17,
Sex Pistols,
Ice-T,
Crash Course in Science,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Circle Jerks,
China Crisis,
The Modern Lovers,
Bobby Byrd,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Doors,
Lakeside,
Tomorrow,
The Count Five,
John Foxx,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
the Association,
Reuben Wilson,
Iggy Pop,
Black Sheep,
The Vogues,
The Young Rascals,
Excepter,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sparks,
Sonny Sharrock,
Godley & Creme,
Neu!,
The Blackbyrds,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Litter,
Sällskapet,
Monolake,
Sister Nancy,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
U.S. Maple,
Glambeats Corp.,
Joensuu 1685,
Boz Scaggs,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Fuzztones,
Minutemen,
Cameo,
Malaria!,
The Flesh Eaters,
Leonard Cohen,
Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps.
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.