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 Albania and from New York.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Mexico City.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Tears for Fears to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Stetsasonic. All the underground hits.
All Second Layer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Move record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joy Division,
Yaz,
Max Romeo,
Skriet,
The Monks,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Matthew Bourne,
Zapp,
Sam Rivers,
World's Most,
D'Angelo,
Grauzone,
Charles Mingus,
Bill Wells,
The Slits,
The Cramps,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Red Krayola,
Kool Moe Dee,
Harry Pussy,
Ronnie Foster,
Pulsallama,
Jandek,
AZ,
LL Cool J,
Ohio Players,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Buzzcocks,
Anakelly,
Amon Düül,
Kurtis Blow,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Rapeman,
48th St. Collective,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Real Kids,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Kayak,
Chris Corsano,
Deepchord,
The Martian,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Freddie Wadling,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Desert Stars,
Scientists,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Wasted Youth,
Susan Cadogan,
Talk Talk,
The Star Department,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sällskapet,
Fluxion,
Johnny Clarke,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Cheater Slicks,
Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments.
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.