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 Morocco and from Lille.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Can to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Trumans Water. All the underground hits.
All Kurtis Blow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Max Romeo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Al Stewart record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Doobie Brothers,
Radio Birdman,
Steve Hackett,
Hasil Adkins,
Wally Richardson,
Blake Baxter,
Anakelly,
The Smiths,
Iggy Pop,
Ralphi Rosario,
Reagan Youth,
Scratch Acid,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
New York Dolls,
Ronan,
Arcadia,
Babytalk,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Pet Shop Boys,
Banda Bassotti,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Qualms,
the Bar-Kays,
Simply Red,
Agent Orange,
Charles Mingus,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Suburban Knight,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Gang Starr,
Peter and Kerry,
The Fortunes,
Amazonics,
The Black Dice,
Swans,
Junior Murvin,
The Divine Comedy,
Boredoms,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Barrington Levy,
Bob Dylan,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
DJ Style,
La Düsseldorf,
Agitation Free,
Skaos,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Camouflage,
Ice-T,
Livin' Joy,
Bill Wells,
Country Teasers,
Black Bananas,
The Durutti Column,
Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk.
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.