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 Serbia and from Manila.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Pulsallama to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Evens. All the underground hits.
All The Tremeloes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 8 Eyed Spy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Raincoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donny Hathaway,
Michelle Simonal,
Zapp,
Eddi Front,
David Bowie,
Subhumans,
Second Layer,
Soft Cell,
Yusef Lateef,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sister Nancy,
Swell Maps,
Nils Olav,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Steve Hackett,
Tommy Roe,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Vogues,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Alton Ellis,
The Fire Engines,
Moebius,
the Human League,
The Monochrome Set,
Matthew Bourne,
the Swans,
Cheater Slicks,
Junior Murvin,
Y Pants,
Boogie Down Productions,
Soul II Soul,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Blackbyrds,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Adolescents,
Dave Gahan,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Audionom,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
China Crisis,
The Buckinghams,
Interpol,
Henry Cow,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Joensuu 1685,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Eric B and Rakim,
Half Japanese,
DJ Style,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Malaria!,
F. McDonald,
Ultimate Spinach,
Japan,
Banda Bassotti,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
MC5,
The Moleskins,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Beau Brummels,
Suicide,
Agent Orange,
Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep.
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.