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 Russia and from Johannesburg.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 organ 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 Sun City Girls to the electroclash 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 Pere Ubu. All the underground hits.
All Moss Icon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Leaves 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Eating Sloth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maurizio,
the Normal,
Brass Construction,
Circle Jerks,
Grauzone,
The Saints,
The Slackers,
Nils Olav,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Althea and Donna,
Kayak,
The Offenders,
The J.B.'s,
Jesper Dahlback,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
ABBA,
K-Klass,
Warsaw,
Rapeman,
Bobby Womack,
The Doors,
Donny Hathaway,
The Leaves,
Ituana,
Half Japanese,
Lou Reed,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lungfish,
Second Layer,
Khruangbin,
Ken Boothe,
Prince Buster,
Faust,
Radio Birdman,
Interpol,
Minnie Riperton,
Heaven 17,
Peter and Kerry,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Duran Duran,
Mark Hollis,
The Gap Band,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gang of Four,
The Blackbyrds,
The Gladiators,
Ralphi Rosario,
Quantec,
Fat Boys,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Fugazi,
Section 25,
Agitation Free,
Lyres,
The Star Department,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gil Scott Heron,
Tommy Roe,
Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia.
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.