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 Brunei 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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Lalo Schifrin 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 Moody Blues. All the underground hits.
All Marc Almond tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Qualms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Interpol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythm & Sound,
The Raincoats,
8 Eyed Spy,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Stereo Dub,
Essential Logic,
Smog,
Bluetip,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Donny Hathaway,
Porter Ricks,
Radio Birdman,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
T. Rex,
Simply Red,
The Flesh Eaters,
Icehouse,
The Smiths,
Livin' Joy,
The Leaves,
Magazine,
Mr. Review,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Liliput,
Amon Düül II,
This Heat,
Lower 48,
The Victims,
Tubeway Army,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Nas,
Reuben Wilson,
Rekid,
Black Flag,
The Moleskins,
LL Cool J,
Amazonics,
The Last Poets,
the Bar-Kays,
The Cowsills,
The Motions,
Erykah Badu,
Iggy Pop,
Adolescents,
Scratch Acid,
UT,
Reagan Youth,
Joe Smooth,
The Five Americans,
Eli Mardock,
Unwound,
Quantec,
The Doors,
Sonic Youth,
The Residents,
Mission of Burma,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bob Dylan,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Evens,
Charles Mingus,
Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk.
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.