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 Syria 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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Modern Lovers to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Pantytec. All the underground hits.
All Harpers Bizarre tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every In Retrospect record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Toni Rubio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terry Callier,
Sound Behaviour,
Television,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
John Lydon,
The Sonics,
Cluster,
48th St. Collective,
8 Eyed Spy,
Tears for Fears,
Moss Icon,
Glenn Branca,
Warsaw,
Whodini,
Radiohead,
Bobby Sherman,
Alphaville,
The Tremeloes,
Derrick Morgan,
Adolescents,
Parry Music,
The Trojans,
Andrew Hill,
Juan Atkins,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Alarm Clocks,
Al Stewart,
The Index,
Idris Muhammad,
DNA,
Lower 48,
The Flesh Eaters,
Dennis Brown,
Public Enemy,
Gang of Four,
Gang Starr,
Sandy B,
Vainqueur,
Aloha Tigers,
The Fuzztones,
Amon Düül,
Tommy Roe,
Buzzcocks,
Blancmange,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Unrelated Segments,
Grey Daturas,
X-101,
Crime,
The Cure,
Oblivians,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Scrapy,
The Moody Blues,
Kevin Saunderson,
Gil Scott Heron,
Mark Hollis,
Morten Harket,
Symarip,
a-ha,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Deepchord,
PIL,
The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s.
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.