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 Rwanda and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the marimba 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 Khruangbin to the rock 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 Man Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Depeche Mode tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minutemen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David McCallum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fad Gadget,
The Names,
Anakelly,
Qualms,
A Certain Ratio,
Matthew Halsall,
Roxy Music,
Interpol,
Danielle Patucci,
Tears for Fears,
The Mummies,
Cybotron,
Eli Mardock,
Das Ding,
The Gap Band,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Red Krayola,
The Dirtbombs,
Jacques Brel,
Index,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Section 25,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Crime,
Kenny Larkin,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Peter & Gordon,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Sound,
Ituana,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Rekid,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Mary Jane Girls,
Parry Music,
Von Mondo,
Bronski Beat,
Rites of Spring,
The Zeros,
Gerry Rafferty,
Schoolly D,
Duran Duran,
The Detroit Cobras,
JFA,
Mr. Review,
Thee Headcoats,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lebanon Hanover,
Spoonie Gee,
Bizarre Inc.,
Stetsasonic,
Make Up,
Drexciya,
Camberwell Now,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Blake Baxter,
Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics.
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.