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 Belize and from Lille.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 spring reverb 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew to the jazz 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 Eyeless In Gaza. All the underground hits.
All Art Ensemble Of Chicago tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Danielle Patucci 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barrington Levy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Flock of Seagulls,
Janne Schatter,
Agitation Free,
John Foxx,
The Dirtbombs,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Malaria!,
Slave,
Popol Vuh,
Tubeway Army,
T.S.O.L.,
Aloha Tigers,
H. Thieme,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Suicide,
Lakeside,
Make Up,
Robert Görl,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Slackers,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Wake,
The Grass Roots,
Scientists,
The Busters,
The Fortunes,
The Electric Prunes,
Kurtis Blow,
Television Personalities,
Laurel Aitken,
The Saints,
Grey Daturas,
Jesper Dahlback,
Clear Light,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Jeru the Damaja,
Agent Orange,
Terrestrial Tones,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Theoretical Girls,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
New Age Steppers,
Simply Red,
Maurizio,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Au Pairs,
Magma,
Ohio Players,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Grauzone,
Althea and Donna,
Scott Walker,
JFA,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sound Behaviour,
UT,
Howard Jones,
Amazonics,
Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep.
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.