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 Czech Republic and from Jakarta.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 rhodes 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 the Soft Cell to the rock 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 The Misunderstood. All the underground hits.
All Jacob Miller tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Iggy Pop record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a a-ha record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott Heron,
Sister Nancy,
Flipper,
The American Breed,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Remains,
Johnny Clarke,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Harmonia,
Newcleus,
The Evens,
UT,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Gastr Del Sol,
Make Up,
Black Sheep,
The Modern Lovers,
Tres Demented,
Crime,
Isaac Hayes,
Gong,
Robert Hood,
Graham Central Station,
The Standells,
Kaleidoscope,
Swell Maps,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Kerri Chandler,
Japan,
Gichy Dan,
R.M.O.,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Five Americans,
The Birthday Party,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Rhythm & Sound,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Deepchord,
Arcadia,
The Pretty Things,
Ornette Coleman,
The Gap Band,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Martian,
The Offenders,
Dead Boys,
Alton Ellis,
Soft Machine,
Lebanon Hanover,
Anakelly,
Pet Shop Boys,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Mandrill,
Susan Cadogan,
The New Christs,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
the Germs,
The Moleskins,
Danielle Patucci,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Jesper Dahlback,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Deakin,
Ludus,
Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti.
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.