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 Saudi Arabia 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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 linndrum 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 Gabor Szabo to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Erykah Badu. All the underground hits.
All The Misunderstood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Surgeon 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vladislav Delay record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mo-Dettes,
Suicide,
The Detroit Cobras,
Icehouse,
Country Teasers,
Cybotron,
Accadde A,
Simply Red,
Popol Vuh,
Funkadelic,
Electric Prunes,
Joey Negro,
Lungfish,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Agent Orange,
Pole,
Alphaville,
Flamin' Groovies,
Faraquet,
Tubeway Army,
Banda Bassotti,
Kaleidoscope,
Das Ding,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Standells,
Arab on Radar,
Jeff Mills,
The Knickerbockers,
John Cale,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Kerri Chandler,
Magma,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Throbbing Gristle,
Los Fastidios,
Cymande,
Smog,
Rosa Yemen,
Duran Duran,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Jandek,
The Dave Clark Five,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Essential Logic,
Interpol,
Chris & Cosey,
Albert Ayler,
Moss Icon,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gang Gang Dance,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Marc Almond,
T.S.O.L.,
Bob Dylan,
The Slackers,
Aloha Tigers,
Supertramp,
Second Layer,
Frankie Knuckles,
Con Funk Shun,
Reagan Youth,
The Motions, The Motions, The Motions, The Motions.
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.