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 Israel and from Milan.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and New York.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 John Lydon to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Brothers Johnson. All the underground hits.
All Toni Rubio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cecil Taylor 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bauhaus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eurythmics,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Johnny Osbourne,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Barclay James Harvest,
Dave Gahan,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Das Ding,
Iggy Pop,
Derrick May,
Agent Orange,
The Evens,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
June of 44,
Cal Tjader,
Alice Coltrane,
Jimmy McGriff,
Al Stewart,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bobby Byrd,
Magma,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Marc Almond,
Gregory Isaacs,
Laurel Aitken,
Inner City,
Bill Wells,
Malaria!,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Yaz,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Derrick Morgan,
Lyres,
Wally Richardson,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Pop Group,
The New Christs,
Bad Manners,
The Move,
Mad Mike,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Boz Scaggs,
Thee Headcoats,
Steve Hackett,
In Retrospect,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Massinfluence,
UT,
Tommy Roe,
Interpol,
MC5,
Lou Christie,
Minny Pops,
EPMD,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Zeros,
Flipper,
Moss Icon,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Divine Comedy,
Sunsets and Hearts,
David Axelrod,
Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day.
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.