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 Solomon Islands and from Madrid.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 güiro 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 the Soft Cell to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Jacques Brel. All the underground hits.
All Metal Thangz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Names record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a PIL record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nirvana,
Quadrant,
The Techniques,
The Toasters,
New Order,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ponytail,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Morten Harket,
Gong,
China Crisis,
Delta 5,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Tom Boy,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Offenders,
The Leaves,
Tears for Fears,
Eric Copeland,
John Holt,
Eric Dolphy,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
the Swans,
Livin' Joy,
Infiniti,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Shuggie Otis,
James White and The Blacks,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
EPMD,
a-ha,
Toni Rubio,
Agitation Free,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Flamin' Groovies,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Moby Grape,
Patti Smith,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Wire,
Procol Harum,
kango's stein massive,
Mr. Review,
Stockholm Monsters,
Jawbox,
Iggy Pop,
Gregory Isaacs,
Monks,
Absolute Body Control,
Bobby Byrd,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Victims,
Avey Tare,
Cymande,
Soft Machine,
Bob Dylan,
Eve St. Jones,
Unrelated Segments,
The Knickerbockers,
Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms.
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.