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 Bahamas and from Mumbai.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Interpol to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Jerry's Kids. All the underground hits.
All Alphaville tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deakin 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a K-Klass record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T. Rex,
Crime,
F. McDonald,
The Angels of Light,
Althea and Donna,
June Days,
Harry Pussy,
Glambeats Corp.,
the Association,
Cluster,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sparks,
Minutemen,
Soulsonic Force,
The Toasters,
Tropical Tobacco,
Silicon Teens,
U.S. Maple,
Arcadia,
Quadrant,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Warren Ellis,
Q65,
Kerrie Biddell,
Duran Duran,
Trumans Water,
Intrusion,
Soul II Soul,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Prince Buster,
The Monochrome Set,
The American Breed,
Joyce Sims,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lou Reed,
Unrelated Segments,
Roxy Music,
Sixth Finger,
Agitation Free,
Gang Green,
Parry Music,
Swans,
Andrew Hill,
James White and The Blacks,
The Gun Club,
Warsaw,
The Busters,
Audionom,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Donny Hathaway,
Kayak,
Make Up,
The Fire Engines,
Colin Newman,
Marc Almond,
The Music Machine,
Talk Talk,
Ludus,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Arab on Radar,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe 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.