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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Lagos.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the snare 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 The Vogues to the punk 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 the Human League. All the underground hits.
All The Cowsills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mojo Men 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Accadde A record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Girls At Our Best!,
Little Man,
Alton Ellis,
The Fall,
Lee Hazlewood,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Organ,
Jesper Dahlback,
Q and Not U,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Marcia Griffiths,
UT,
The Walker Brothers,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
X-Ray Spex,
Technova,
Hardrive,
Byron Stingily,
The Trojans,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Fire Engines,
Livin' Joy,
The Remains,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
June of 44,
Chrome,
New Order,
Sam Rivers,
Thee Headcoats,
Blancmange,
Can,
Drive Like Jehu,
Stiv Bators,
The Techniques,
Alphaville,
Niagra,
Funkadelic,
Ituana,
Black Moon,
China Crisis,
Quantec,
Bootsy Collins,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Steve Hackett,
Terry Callier,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Deakin,
The Martian,
Lakeside,
Ralphi Rosario,
Qualms,
The Saints,
Das Ding,
48th St. Collective,
Howard Jones,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Buzzcocks,
The Angels of Light,
Erasure,
Nirvana,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bizarre Inc.,
Brick,
Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza.
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.