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 Mozambique and from Beijing.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Au Pairs to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Pagans. All the underground hits.
All Hardrive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lonnie Liston Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Symarip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Marine Girls,
Wasted Youth,
Ultra Naté,
Saccharine Trust,
Interpol,
Ten City,
Cecil Taylor,
Tres Demented,
The Doors,
Sound Behaviour,
DNA,
Brand Nubian,
Funky Four + One,
Gang of Four,
Godley & Creme,
The Moody Blues,
a-ha,
Quadrant,
Yusef Lateef,
Leonard Cohen,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Blackbyrds,
Metal Thangz,
kango's stein massive,
Steve Hackett,
The Remains,
Skaos,
Lower 48,
The Pop Group,
The Five Americans,
Lou Reed,
Slave,
The Invisible,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Icehouse,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Fugazi,
The Standells,
Rekid,
The Cure,
Ludus,
the Bar-Kays,
Tomorrow,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Jacques Brel,
Faust,
Hot Snakes,
Piero Umiliani,
Average White Band,
Morten Harket,
The Fire Engines,
Unwound,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Graham Central Station,
Arthur Verocai,
The Beau Brummels,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Vogues,
Connie Case,
the Normal, the Normal, the Normal, the Normal.
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.