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 Niger and from Manila.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Al Stewart to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Suicide. All the underground hits.
All The Grass Roots tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kayak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harpers Bizarre record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eurythmics,
Clear Light,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Rakim,
The Electric Prunes,
Stereo Dub,
Sam Rivers,
Sexual Harrassment,
Dual Sessions,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Terry Callier,
Panda Bear,
Roxette,
Procol Harum,
The Invisible,
JFA,
Talk Talk,
The Evens,
Scion,
Morten Harket,
The Pretty Things,
Cybotron,
Livin' Joy,
Japan,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lyres,
The Smiths,
Derrick Morgan,
Oblivians,
Sun City Girls,
Pagans,
Pussy Galore,
Kas Product,
B.T. Express,
Mission of Burma,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
AZ,
Thompson Twins,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Neu!,
Mantronix,
Crooked Eye,
Cecil Taylor,
DJ Sneak,
The Gories,
The Modern Lovers,
Bob Dylan,
The Move,
Ponytail,
Don Cherry,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Marmalade,
Wire,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Das Ding,
Dead Boys,
Isaac Hayes,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon.
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.