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 Germany and from Tehran.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Larry & the Blue Notes 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 Inner City. All the underground hits.
All T.S.O.L. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delta 5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tears for Fears record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Bowie,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Interpol,
The Gories,
Q and Not U,
X-102,
the Bar-Kays,
Porter Ricks,
Pharoah Sanders,
New Order,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Faraquet,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Popol Vuh,
Eurythmics,
Japan,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Terrestrial Tones,
Circle Jerks,
Bush Tetras,
Brothers Johnson,
Blossom Toes,
Tim Buckley,
Wolf Eyes,
Mad Mike,
Outsiders,
Moebius,
Fat Boys,
the Slits,
Sparks,
Rotary Connection,
The Birthday Party,
Tommy Roe,
Al Stewart,
Suburban Knight,
Minny Pops,
Second Layer,
The Dave Clark Five,
Matthew Bourne,
Mars,
Judy Mowatt,
Cybotron,
The Buckinghams,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Invisible,
Jeru the Damaja,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Gap Band,
The Knickerbockers,
the Association,
MDC,
Gang of Four,
Marcia Griffiths,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Smoke,
Ice-T,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Jimmy McGriff,
Zapp,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub.
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.