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 North and from New York.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 UT to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Fela Kuti. All the underground hits.
All Black Moon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sunsets and Hearts 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minny Pops record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arcadia,
Vainqueur,
Thompson Twins,
Ossler,
Underground Resistance,
Country Teasers,
Cal Tjader,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Jandek,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Cheater Slicks,
B.T. Express,
The United States of America,
Flipper,
Mr. Review,
Judy Mowatt,
Black Flag,
K-Klass,
Sarah Menescal,
DJ Sneak,
Rod Modell,
Roxy Music,
Mad Mike,
John Holt,
Nik Kershaw,
D'Angelo,
These Immortal Souls,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Buzzcocks,
Bobby Byrd,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lebanon Hanover,
Prince Buster,
The Leaves,
Spoonie Gee,
The Busters,
The Stooges,
The Remains,
The Walker Brothers,
Bob Dylan,
The Monochrome Set,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Graham Central Station,
48th St. Collective,
Connie Case,
Loose Ends,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gang Starr,
Brothers Johnson,
The Grass Roots,
Dave Gahan,
Sight & Sound,
The Vogues,
The Mojo Men,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Monks,
Tres Demented,
The Human League,
Mark Hollis,
Big Daddy Kane,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies.
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.