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 Jamaica and from Jakarta.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Cameo to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Index. All the underground hits.
All Alphaville tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Neon Judgement 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nils Olav record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
kango's stein massive,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Excepter,
Yusef Lateef,
Connie Case,
The Index,
The Neon Judgement,
Radiohead,
The Seeds,
Brothers Johnson,
John Lydon,
Mandrill,
Supertramp,
Swell Maps,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Blancmange,
Ash Ra Tempel,
X-102,
The United States of America,
The Black Dice,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
June of 44,
Bluetip,
Pole,
Dennis Brown,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Knickerbockers,
The Slackers,
Roy Ayers,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Fatback Band,
Boredoms,
Sonny Sharrock,
Janne Schatter,
Drive Like Jehu,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Gerry Rafferty,
T.S.O.L.,
Kevin Saunderson,
Barrington Levy,
Harry Pussy,
Ponytail,
Marvin Gaye,
Technova,
Agitation Free,
Tim Buckley,
Simply Red,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Eurythmics,
Byron Stingily,
Groovy Waters,
Black Flag,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Robert Hood,
Ludus,
Babytalk,
Bizarre Inc.,
Maleditus Sound,
Skriet,
Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence.
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.