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 Uzbekistan 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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 marimba 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 Can to the funk 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 Stiv Bators. All the underground hits.
All Joy Division tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suburban Knight record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young & Crazy Horse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Babytalk,
The Shadows of Knight,
Massinfluence,
Jerry's Kids,
Monks,
Piero Umiliani,
the Soft Cell,
Michelle Simonal,
the Bar-Kays,
Lakeside,
Absolute Body Control,
Moss Icon,
Hot Snakes,
a-ha,
Donald Byrd,
AZ,
E-Dancer,
Steve Hackett,
The Mummies,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Camouflage,
Monolake,
Toni Rubio,
The Sonics,
The Fuzztones,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Traffic Nightmare,
John Coltrane,
Matthew Halsall,
The Stooges,
Alison Limerick,
Q and Not U,
the Association,
The Invisible,
Gong,
The Doobie Brothers,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Circle Jerks,
Spandau Ballet,
Tomorrow,
Symarip,
Skaos,
Quadrant,
Mo-Dettes,
These Immortal Souls,
Dead Boys,
Brick,
David Bowie,
Fatback Band,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Oneida,
Kayak,
Cameo,
The Vogues,
Niagra,
Reagan Youth,
8 Eyed Spy,
Dark Day,
Eurythmics,
Bobby Sherman,
This Heat, This Heat, This Heat, This Heat.
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.