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 Equatorial Guinea and from Spokane.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Young Marble Giants to the dance 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 Crooked Eye. All the underground hits.
All the Fania All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Human League 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Parry Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eurythmics,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sällskapet,
Cymande,
Black Sheep,
Public Enemy,
Lou Reed,
Gang Starr,
Delon & Dalcan,
Donald Byrd,
Hoover,
Barbara Tucker,
Talk Talk,
Sight & Sound,
Basic Channel,
Matthew Bourne,
Main Source,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ronnie Foster,
Alphaville,
Eddi Front,
Gichy Dan,
Deadbeat,
Duran Duran,
Eric Copeland,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Beasts of Bourbon,
New Age Steppers,
Warsaw,
H. Thieme,
EPMD,
Reuben Wilson,
Althea and Donna,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Joey Negro,
Boz Scaggs,
The Gladiators,
the Soft Cell,
Black Pus,
The Motions,
Crime,
Todd Terry,
Godley & Creme,
the Association,
Terrestrial Tones,
One Last Wish,
John Lydon,
Erasure,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Kenny Larkin,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Pantaleimon,
U.S. Maple,
Jeff Lynne,
Sixth Finger,
E-Dancer,
Amon Düül II,
Swans,
Howard Jones,
The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter.
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.