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 Barbados and from Lyon.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 The Wake to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Silicon Teens. All the underground hits.
All Icehouse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sly & The Family Stone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Traffic Nightmare,
John Foxx,
Fugazi,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sound Behaviour,
Accadde A,
The Flesh Eaters,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Max Romeo,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Yaz,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Von Mondo,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
John Lydon,
Altered Images,
Masters at Work,
Ornette Coleman,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Beau Brummels,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Motions,
The Monochrome Set,
New Order,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Los Fastidios,
The Human League,
The Velvet Underground,
Iggy Pop,
Suburban Knight,
Panda Bear,
a-ha,
Black Flag,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ken Boothe,
Index,
Avey Tare,
Patti Smith,
R.M.O.,
Hasil Adkins,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Barbara Tucker,
The Pop Group,
Minnie Riperton,
Danielle Patucci,
Black Sheep,
Oblivians,
Whodini,
Jacques Brel,
Shoche,
The Moody Blues,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Albert Ayler,
Freddie Wadling,
The American Breed,
The Index,
Hot Snakes,
Moss Icon,
B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express.
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.