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 Antigua and from Calgary.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Icehouse to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Kerrie Biddell. All the underground hits.
All Delta 5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-101 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cheater Slicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Don Cherry,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Josef K,
Goldenarms,
The Young Rascals,
Mission of Burma,
Pulsallama,
Sixth Finger,
Stetsasonic,
Pylon,
Oblivians,
The Vogues,
Mad Mike,
Gang Green,
Rapeman,
Crispy Ambulance,
Robert Görl,
La Düsseldorf,
The Barracudas,
The Monochrome Set,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Remains,
Avey Tare,
The Electric Prunes,
Zero Boys,
MDC,
Hasil Adkins,
Con Funk Shun,
the Bar-Kays,
Bobby Sherman,
Metal Thangz,
The Beau Brummels,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Oneida,
The Blues Magoos,
Jeff Mills,
Neil Young,
MC5,
Amon Düül II,
Idris Muhammad,
Royal Trux,
Crooked Eye,
Michelle Simonal,
This Heat,
The Grass Roots,
R.M.O.,
Juan Atkins,
Warren Ellis,
The Star Department,
Outsiders,
Soulsonic Force,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Amazonics,
John Foxx,
Japan,
Ituana,
Urselle,
Scion,
Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon.
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.