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 Georgia and from Manchester.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 B.T. Express to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Shadows of Knight. All the underground hits.
All Chris & Cosey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Al Stewart record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a kango's stein massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Sherman,
Connie Case,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Barrington Levy,
The Residents,
Fela Kuti,
Letta Mbulu,
The Mojo Men,
Quadrant,
Zapp,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
This Heat,
Mission of Burma,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Quantec,
The Happenings,
Anakelly,
DNA,
Model 500,
The Grass Roots,
Toni Rubio,
Grandmaster Flash,
Agent Orange,
Public Image Ltd.,
Siglo XX,
PIL,
Johnny Osbourne,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Godley & Creme,
Blossom Toes,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Steve Hackett,
Sonny Sharrock,
Gang Green,
Dawn Penn,
The Durutti Column,
Idris Muhammad,
The Gap Band,
the Normal,
U.S. Maple,
Heaven 17,
Peter & Gordon,
Hoover,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Echospace,
Television,
Yellowson,
Reagan Youth,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
La Düsseldorf,
Todd Terry,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ponytail,
Marcia Griffiths,
Eden Ahbez,
Maleditus Sound,
The Remains,
Delon & Dalcan,
Au Pairs,
Judy Mowatt,
Aaron Thompson,
Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller.
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.