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 Chile and from Philadelphia.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Gian Franco Pienzio to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Wake. All the underground hits.
All Jerry Gold Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dead Boys 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 8 Eyed Spy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Vogues,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Dirtbombs,
Gerry Rafferty,
Dennis Brown,
Television Personalities,
Gil Scott Heron,
Anthony Braxton,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
the Swans,
Johnny Osbourne,
Thee Headcoats,
Wasted Youth,
The Detroit Cobras,
Eric Copeland,
Stiv Bators,
Roxette,
Schoolly D,
World's Most,
Aloha Tigers,
Country Joe & The Fish,
John Coltrane,
The Slackers,
Monolake,
Graham Central Station,
Susan Cadogan,
Symarip,
The Doors,
Jacob Miller,
MC5,
Severed Heads,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Make Up,
Supertramp,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Pussy Galore,
Little Man,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Searchers,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The United States of America,
Amon Düül,
Los Fastidios,
Robert Wyatt,
Piero Umiliani,
Icehouse,
Section 25,
The Cure,
Connie Case,
Vainqueur,
Rhythm & Sound,
Jimmy McGriff,
Soft Cell,
Scott Walker,
Bluetip,
the Soft Cell,
The Index,
Drexciya,
Al Stewart,
The Pop Group,
Davy DMX,
Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths.
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.