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 Comoros 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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar 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 10cc to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Graham Central Station. All the underground hits.
All Icehouse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Archie Shepp 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smoke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Stooges,
Jeff Mills,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Gang Starr,
Heaven 17,
Deakin,
Gregory Isaacs,
Derrick May,
Arab on Radar,
Porter Ricks,
Pantaleimon,
Erasure,
Crooked Eye,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bauhaus,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lalo Schifrin,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sparks,
Negative Approach,
Graham Central Station,
The Cure,
Gang Green,
Electric Prunes,
Crispian St. Peters,
E-Dancer,
Tubeway Army,
The Durutti Column,
Alison Limerick,
Reuben Wilson,
Index,
John Foxx,
Main Source,
Half Japanese,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Real Kids,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Von Mondo,
Metal Thangz,
Tom Boy,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Jandek,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Harmonia,
Au Pairs,
Marshall Jefferson,
Minor Threat,
Unwound,
Make Up,
Quadrant,
Panda Bear,
Mr. Review,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Roger Hodgson,
Reagan Youth,
Zapp,
Bobby Sherman,
Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins.
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.