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 South Africa and from Portland.
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 Toronto and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Alison Limerick to the grime 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 Lou Reed & John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Robert Görl tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bad Manners record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool Moe Dee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Sherman,
Flipper,
Drive Like Jehu,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Crispian St. Peters,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ronan,
The Grass Roots,
Intrusion,
Radiopuhelimet,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Danielle Patucci,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Anthony Braxton,
Amon Düül II,
The Searchers,
Tears for Fears,
Spoonie Gee,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Nik Kershaw,
The Victims,
Al Stewart,
Ultra Naté,
Pere Ubu,
Black Moon,
Fugazi,
June Days,
Godley & Creme,
Neil Young,
Rufus Thomas,
Cybotron,
Michelle Simonal,
a-ha,
Ice-T,
John Holt,
D'Angelo,
Josef K,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Dennis Brown,
Joe Smooth,
Shoche,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Grandmaster Flash,
Icehouse,
Joy Division,
Gichy Dan,
Sugar Minott,
The Modern Lovers,
The Names,
Ronnie Foster,
Blossom Toes,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Associates,
Gil Scott Heron,
U.S. Maple,
Delon & Dalcan,
Schoolly D,
the Bar-Kays,
DJ Style,
Bronski Beat,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron.
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.