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 Djibouti and from Paris.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 guitar 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 Yazoo to the rock 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 Gong. All the underground hits.
All Crispian St. Peters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suicide record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skaos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ornette Coleman,
Ralphi Rosario,
Livin' Joy,
Alice Coltrane,
Tears for Fears,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bobby Byrd,
The Fire Engines,
The Durutti Column,
Moss Icon,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Faust,
Gerry Rafferty,
Curtis Mayfield,
Talk Talk,
Kerrie Biddell,
Banda Bassotti,
Camouflage,
Loose Ends,
Masters at Work,
Swell Maps,
Derrick Morgan,
Moby Grape,
R.M.O.,
Zapp,
Slick Rick,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Panda Bear,
Tom Boy,
Kerri Chandler,
June of 44,
Morten Harket,
the Normal,
Frankie Knuckles,
Visage,
Au Pairs,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Laurel Aitken,
Man Parrish,
Public Enemy,
Dawn Penn,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Monochrome Set,
Gang Starr,
Procol Harum,
Alphaville,
Gong,
Mandrill,
Nick Fraelich,
Howard Jones,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Young Rascals,
Jeff Mills,
The Sisters of Mercy,
the Soft Cell,
Wings,
Dorothy Ashby,
Hot Snakes,
Bill Wells,
The Move,
Sonic Youth,
New York Dolls,
T.S.O.L.,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks.
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.