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 Dominican Republic and from Halifax.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the oboe 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 Ponytail to the punk 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 Bobby Hutcherson. All the underground hits.
All Circle Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mojo Men record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dave Gahan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric B and Rakim,
Urselle,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Spoonie Gee,
Radio Birdman,
Byron Stingily,
The New Christs,
Ossler,
Darondo,
PIL,
The Moleskins,
The Fall,
KRS-One,
Arthur Verocai,
Wolf Eyes,
The Toasters,
Girls At Our Best!,
June of 44,
The Sound,
Livin' Joy,
The Knickerbockers,
the Normal,
Ice-T,
David McCallum,
Delta 5,
Glenn Branca,
The Slackers,
Pere Ubu,
Zapp,
Don Cherry,
Morten Harket,
Boz Scaggs,
Wasted Youth,
Porter Ricks,
Reagan Youth,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
World's Most,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sixth Finger,
Marc Almond,
Kenny Larkin,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Adolescents,
Soft Cell,
Bobby Byrd,
Brand Nubian,
Kurtis Blow,
Los Fastidios,
The Dirtbombs,
Junior Murvin,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Blossom Toes,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Aaron Thompson,
Magazine,
Dark Day,
The Buckinghams,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Zero Boys,
Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station.
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.