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 Korea South and from Shanghai.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 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 Bob Dylan to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Lou Reed & Metallica. All the underground hits.
All Inner City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Cell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Dolphy,
Eden Ahbez,
Maleditus Sound,
The United States of America,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Prince Buster,
The Mojo Men,
The Monks,
The Fire Engines,
David Bowie,
Matthew Halsall,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Index,
Kool Moe Dee,
the Slits,
Ludus,
Scion,
Livin' Joy,
Panda Bear,
New Age Steppers,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Von Mondo,
Marc Almond,
The Angels of Light,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Mark Hollis,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Charles Mingus,
Minor Threat,
Pharoah Sanders,
John Coltrane,
Organ,
Sarah Menescal,
H. Thieme,
Depeche Mode,
Shuggie Otis,
Agent Orange,
Bronski Beat,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lou Christie,
Q and Not U,
Faust,
The Wake,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bad Manners,
Neu!,
The Five Americans,
Mary Jane Girls,
Glambeats Corp.,
B.T. Express,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Nas,
Deepchord,
Urselle,
Lee Hazlewood,
Kayak,
Interpol,
One Last Wish,
Harry Pussy,
The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs.
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.