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 Peru and from Bologna.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the organ 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 F. McDonald to the electroclash 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 Wings. All the underground hits.
All JFA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angry Samoans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Average White Band,
Thee Headcoats,
Eddi Front,
Public Enemy,
Jesper Dahlback,
Basic Channel,
D'Angelo,
Urselle,
LL Cool J,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Duran Duran,
The Angels of Light,
The J.B.'s,
The Invisible,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
CMW,
Amazonics,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Gregory Isaacs,
Roxette,
Intrusion,
Rod Modell,
Shuggie Otis,
The New Christs,
Von Mondo,
Lalann,
Sandy B,
Toni Rubio,
Morten Harket,
Faraquet,
Sexual Harrassment,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Freddie Wadling,
Sarah Menescal,
Moss Icon,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
T. Rex,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Eurythmics,
Zero Boys,
Pantytec,
Juan Atkins,
Susan Cadogan,
Bush Tetras,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Nas,
Jandek,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Chrome,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ralphi Rosario,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
ABBA,
Deepchord,
The Walker Brothers,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Happenings,
Darondo,
Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers.
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.