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 Romania and from Glasgow.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 linndrum 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 Faust to the funk 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 Ralphi Rosario. All the underground hits.
All The Chocolate Watch Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sugar Minott record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barrington Levy,
The Dirtbombs,
Dual Sessions,
Q and Not U,
Oblivians,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Standells,
The Grass Roots,
Connie Case,
Marcia Griffiths,
Simply Red,
The Dave Clark Five,
Deepchord,
The Modern Lovers,
Gang Gang Dance,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lyres,
Junior Murvin,
Grandmaster Flash,
Todd Rundgren,
Gong,
Royal Trux,
Sex Pistols,
Robert Hood,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Walker Brothers,
Buzzcocks,
Excepter,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
the Swans,
John Coltrane,
Can,
The Music Machine,
Gang of Four,
Jesper Dahlback,
Warren Ellis,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Terry Callier,
The Wake,
The Red Krayola,
Cal Tjader,
The American Breed,
Quando Quango,
The Searchers,
10cc,
The Trojans,
Prince Buster,
Hoover,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Joe Smooth,
Procol Harum,
Pierre Henry,
Adolescents,
F. McDonald,
Quantec,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Divine Comedy,
Neil Young,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
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.