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 Luxembourg and from Copenhagen.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 snare 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 Lalo Schifrin to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Bob Dylan. All the underground hits.
All The Fugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every OOIOO record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Move record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Certain Ratio,
The Monochrome Set,
Skarface,
Cheater Slicks,
Talk Talk,
Todd Terry,
The Sonics,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Hashim,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Scrapy,
The Seeds,
Kevin Saunderson,
Pylon,
Althea and Donna,
Radiohead,
The Young Rascals,
Tomorrow,
Dawn Penn,
Henry Cow,
Ludus,
L. Decosne,
Lindisfarne,
Roxy Music,
China Crisis,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Kas Product,
The Modern Lovers,
Ralphi Rosario,
Black Bananas,
Alphaville,
The Gun Club,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Saints,
Schoolly D,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Unrelated Segments,
The United States of America,
Sunsets and Hearts,
John Foxx,
Q and Not U,
Connie Case,
The Leaves,
Angry Samoans,
Archie Shepp,
Monolake,
Max Romeo,
In Retrospect,
Junior Murvin,
Magazine,
Sex Pistols,
One Last Wish,
The Mojo Men,
Yazoo,
Ice-T,
Japan,
Ten City,
Reagan Youth,
Black Moon,
The Human League,
The Sound, The Sound, The Sound, The Sound.
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.