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 Turkey and from Woodstock.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 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 Robert Görl to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Smiths. All the underground hits.
All Grey Daturas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magazine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sisters of Mercy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Divine Comedy,
The Zeros,
Sound Behaviour,
Malaria!,
Kerri Chandler,
The Alarm Clocks,
Radio Birdman,
Arab on Radar,
Ornette Coleman,
Skarface,
The Cramps,
Mary Jane Girls,
Public Image Ltd.,
Cecil Taylor,
Suburban Knight,
Boogie Down Productions,
Fela Kuti,
Eurythmics,
The Skatalites,
Negative Approach,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Warsaw,
Ludus,
Siglo XX,
Pussy Galore,
The Buckinghams,
The Index,
Barbara Tucker,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Porter Ricks,
Tubeway Army,
Television,
Black Sheep,
Chris & Cosey,
Silicon Teens,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Boredoms,
Absolute Body Control,
Robert Görl,
Warren Ellis,
DNA,
Glambeats Corp.,
Make Up,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Fall,
Monks,
Henry Cow,
The Fortunes,
Joensuu 1685,
Aloha Tigers,
JFA,
Delon & Dalcan,
X-101,
June Days,
the Slits,
Deepchord,
Idris Muhammad,
Peter and Kerry,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux.
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.