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 Mauritania and from Houston.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 arpeggiator 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 Jacob Miller to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Andrew Hill. All the underground hits.
All a-ha tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Cell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mantronix record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Duran Duran,
The Monks,
Danielle Patucci,
Negative Approach,
Echospace,
Basic Channel,
Eden Ahbez,
Ultravox,
Isaac Hayes,
Fat Boys,
The Moleskins,
Alice Coltrane,
Colin Newman,
MC5,
Alton Ellis,
L. Decosne,
Lightning Bolt,
The Fuzztones,
Marine Girls,
The Fortunes,
Soul II Soul,
The Music Machine,
Severed Heads,
Underground Resistance,
Black Moon,
Jeru the Damaja,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Funky Four + One,
Moss Icon,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sex Pistols,
The Vogues,
Qualms,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Kayak,
Tom Boy,
Sight & Sound,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Divine Comedy,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bill Near,
Slick Rick,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ohio Players,
The Moody Blues,
Rufus Thomas,
Malaria!,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Cowsills,
the Association,
Godley & Creme,
LL Cool J,
Al Stewart,
Aaron Thompson,
Laurel Aitken,
The Fire Engines,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ituana,
X-Ray Spex,
Archie Shepp,
Monks, Monks, Monks, Monks.
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.