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 Slovenia and from Manila.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar 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 Icehouse to the rock 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 Surgeon. All the underground hits.
All Franke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fort Wilson Riot 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Silicon Teens record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharoah Sanders,
Mo-Dettes,
Erasure,
Con Funk Shun,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Eric Copeland,
Shoche,
the Association,
Mark Hollis,
Von Mondo,
The Selecter,
Henry Cow,
Bob Dylan,
Cal Tjader,
Wasted Youth,
The Neon Judgement,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lower 48,
Lucky Dragons,
Joey Negro,
Franke,
Inner City,
Siglo XX,
Whodini,
Glenn Branca,
Ossler,
Prince Buster,
Anthony Braxton,
Buzzcocks,
The Blues Magoos,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Young Marble Giants,
These Immortal Souls,
Porter Ricks,
Silicon Teens,
Oblivians,
John Foxx,
Sister Nancy,
Lightning Bolt,
Eurythmics,
Todd Terry,
Steve Hackett,
John Lydon,
The Residents,
La Düsseldorf,
Faraquet,
Tropical Tobacco,
cv313,
The Flesh Eaters,
Livin' Joy,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Fortunes,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Pop Group,
Rod Modell,
Cameo,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Gladiators,
Scan 7,
10cc,
Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest.
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.