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 Cyprus and from Calgary.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 harpsichord 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 Blues Magoos to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Hashim. All the underground hits.
All Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Morten Harket record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minor Threat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erasure,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The United States of America,
Ronan,
Stetsasonic,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Stockholm Monsters,
UT,
Lungfish,
Gang of Four,
Amazonics,
Harmonia,
Carl Craig,
Lou Christie,
Connie Case,
Buzzcocks,
The Gap Band,
Marc Almond,
Oneida,
Pierre Henry,
Rakim,
Theoretical Girls,
Eddi Front,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lyres,
Urselle,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Fluxion,
X-Ray Spex,
Bizarre Inc.,
Mary Jane Girls,
Laurel Aitken,
Susan Cadogan,
Crispy Ambulance,
PIL,
Nik Kershaw,
Accadde A,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Zeros,
Unwound,
Yaz,
Black Bananas,
Judy Mowatt,
A Certain Ratio,
The Star Department,
8 Eyed Spy,
Boredoms,
Neil Young,
Minnie Riperton,
T. Rex,
Pylon,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Suburban Knight,
The Fire Engines,
Chrome,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Red Krayola,
Nation of Ulysses,
Erykah Badu,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth.
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.