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 Singapore and from Bremen.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Manila.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Laurel Aitken to the jazz 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 Lalann. All the underground hits.
All Marc Almond tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eurythmics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sun City Girls,
Babytalk,
Cheater Slicks,
Ralphi Rosario,
Delon & Dalcan,
Patti Smith,
The Vogues,
The Grass Roots,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Motorama,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Jerry's Kids,
The Cure,
Tomorrow,
The Fortunes,
Dark Day,
Unrelated Segments,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Groovy Waters,
The Happenings,
a-ha,
Robert Görl,
Angry Samoans,
D'Angelo,
Tres Demented,
Depeche Mode,
Archie Shepp,
The Blackbyrds,
Letta Mbulu,
T. Rex,
The American Breed,
Cybotron,
Prince Buster,
Pierre Henry,
The Kinks,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Oneida,
The Selecter,
Bill Wells,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Raincoats,
Eve St. Jones,
These Immortal Souls,
The Saints,
Andrew Hill,
Sparks,
Scott Walker,
Grauzone,
the Sonics,
Reuben Wilson,
U.S. Maple,
Johnny Clarke,
Don Cherry,
Ultravox,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Q and Not U,
Aural Exciters,
Au Pairs,
Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station.
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.