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 Kiribati and from Woodstock.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lyon.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro 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 Alphaville to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Selector Dub Narcotic. All the underground hits.
All Iggy Pop tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The American Breed 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 mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Archie Shepp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Patti Smith,
The Moleskins,
Ultravox,
Yellowson,
Aaron Thompson,
The Cure,
The Durutti Column,
Kenny Larkin,
Piero Umiliani,
Blake Baxter,
Echospace,
Mary Jane Girls,
Radiopuhelimet,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Minnie Riperton,
Q and Not U,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Average White Band,
The Fortunes,
Jesper Dahlback,
Vladislav Delay,
Bootsy Collins,
Young Marble Giants,
Camouflage,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Unwound,
Todd Terry,
Bobby Byrd,
Subhumans,
48th St. Collective,
Faust,
The Associates,
Scott Walker,
Gang of Four,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Marine Girls,
The Slackers,
Groovy Waters,
Max Romeo,
Amon Düül,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Avey Tare,
Scientists,
Gabor Szabo,
Nation of Ulysses,
Johnny Osbourne,
Steve Hackett,
The Shadows of Knight,
Josef K,
Metal Thangz,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Camberwell Now,
Mars,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Anthony Braxton,
Moby Grape,
Gregory Isaacs,
Soft Machine,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Smiths,
Graham Central Station,
Smog, Smog, Smog, Smog.
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.