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 Italy and from Seoul.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Spandau Ballet to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Roger Hodgson. All the underground hits.
All Duran Duran tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Christie record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sly & The Family Stone,
Moss Icon,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Spandau Ballet,
Y Pants,
The Mojo Men,
Pantytec,
Harmonia,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Guru Guru,
The Blues Magoos,
Desert Stars,
Skriet,
the Bar-Kays,
Boz Scaggs,
KRS-One,
The Wake,
Swans,
Jacob Miller,
New Order,
Derrick May,
Surgeon,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Fad Gadget,
Funkadelic,
The Index,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Brick,
Soul Sonic Force,
EPMD,
The Dirtbombs,
Johnny Osbourne,
ABBA,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ornette Coleman,
Ohio Players,
the Germs,
Rakim,
The Happenings,
The Angels of Light,
John Foxx,
Ronnie Foster,
Nas,
Joey Negro,
The Cowsills,
Man Eating Sloth,
Inner City,
Theoretical Girls,
Minnie Riperton,
Scrapy,
Dark Day,
The Human League,
Sparks,
Ludus,
The Music Machine,
Cecil Taylor,
Crooked Eye,
The Moody Blues,
Junior Murvin,
D'Angelo,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams.
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.