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 Netherlands and from Accra.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Gerry Rafferty to the dance 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 Fad Gadget. All the underground hits.
All Moebius tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & Metallica record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fifty Foot Hose record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bob Dylan,
The Moleskins,
Massinfluence,
Shoche,
Tubeway Army,
Tears for Fears,
Lower 48,
Ronan,
Kenny Larkin,
Nas,
Gang Green,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Half Japanese,
The Kinks,
Hardrive,
Ultra Naté,
DJ Sneak,
JFA,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Rakim,
T.S.O.L.,
48th St. Collective,
The Associates,
Lee Hazlewood,
Intrusion,
Eric Dolphy,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Second Layer,
Bill Near,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Main Source,
Symarip,
The Real Kids,
Scan 7,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Neon Judgement,
Deadbeat,
Eurythmics,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Residents,
John Cale,
Index,
Oneida,
Mark Hollis,
Boredoms,
The Skatalites,
The Fuzztones,
Archie Shepp,
Smog,
Pharoah Sanders,
Mars,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ludus,
Gang of Four,
Ken Boothe,
Grandmaster Flash,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders.
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.