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 Poland and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Section 25 to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Cure. All the underground hits.
All AZ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Velvet Underground record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nik Kershaw,
Swell Maps,
Scientists,
Liliput,
Reagan Youth,
Marc Almond,
The Techniques,
The J.B.'s,
Rufus Thomas,
The Mojo Men,
John Foxx,
John Holt,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Slits,
Metal Thangz,
Man Parrish,
Bobby Sherman,
Excepter,
Gang Green,
Pagans,
Chris Corsano,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ken Boothe,
Rekid,
Bill Wells,
Joensuu 1685,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Con Funk Shun,
Arthur Verocai,
Marvin Gaye,
Black Pus,
Fear,
Byron Stingily,
The Mummies,
Piero Umiliani,
The Star Department,
Sound Behaviour,
The Toasters,
Mo-Dettes,
Danielle Patucci,
Outsiders,
Television Personalities,
Bobby Womack,
Lebanon Hanover,
Al Stewart,
Sugar Minott,
Anthony Braxton,
Sandy B,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Shoche,
Suburban Knight,
Quadrant,
Soul II Soul,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Walker Brothers,
The Shadows of Knight,
Soft Cell,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Minny Pops,
Robert Hood,
Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty.
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.