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 United States and from Mexico City.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Arab on Radar to the punk 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson. All the underground hits.
All The Doobie Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cramps 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Outsiders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bad Manners,
Oneida,
Eden Ahbez,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sällskapet,
Bang On A Can,
Joe Smooth,
John Foxx,
Terry Callier,
Maurizio,
X-Ray Spex,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Martian,
Derrick Morgan,
Black Moon,
Andrew Hill,
Glenn Branca,
Cheater Slicks,
Deepchord,
DJ Style,
Altered Images,
The Pretty Things,
Anakelly,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Drive Like Jehu,
Matthew Halsall,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
James White and The Blacks,
Lower 48,
Pussy Galore,
Yazoo,
The Smoke,
Au Pairs,
Ralphi Rosario,
Jerry's Kids,
Crispy Ambulance,
Alton Ellis,
Essential Logic,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Names,
Fugazi,
Reagan Youth,
Model 500,
the Bar-Kays,
Radiohead,
Warsaw,
Livin' Joy,
Wings,
Angry Samoans,
The Velvet Underground,
Soul Sonic Force,
Jesper Dahlback,
Man Parrish,
Funky Four + One,
Dead Boys,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Talk Talk,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bill Wells,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang.
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.