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 India and from Edmonton.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Flipper to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Alton Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Angry Samoans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Womack 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dave Gahan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Smog,
Bush Tetras,
Television Personalities,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Joy Division,
Crispian St. Peters,
Crash Course in Science,
Harmonia,
Deadbeat,
Rod Modell,
Faust,
Kurtis Blow,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Main Source,
Faraquet,
In Retrospect,
the Soft Cell,
The Motions,
Stiv Bators,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Black Pus,
Tears for Fears,
Niagra,
PIL,
Japan,
Moebius,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Minor Threat,
The Monochrome Set,
Procol Harum,
The Invisible,
CMW,
Surgeon,
Swell Maps,
Marc Almond,
Ken Boothe,
Steve Hackett,
Eddi Front,
The Trojans,
Aaron Thompson,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Happenings,
Todd Rundgren,
Freddie Wadling,
Rosa Yemen,
Eric Copeland,
Gregory Isaacs,
Zero Boys,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Alarm Clocks,
Das Ding,
Oblivians,
Quantec,
Easy Going,
Morten Harket,
Chrome,
The Velvet Underground,
The Blackbyrds,
The Buckinghams,
Nation of Ulysses,
Can, Can, Can, Can.
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.