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 Latvia and from Woodstock.
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 Mumbai and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 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 Guru Guru to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Mummies. All the underground hits.
All Underground Resistance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every JFA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Byron Stingily record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Sheep,
Mr. Review,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Monolake,
Bootsy Collins,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Happenings,
Steve Hackett,
Eurythmics,
Maurizio,
The Cowsills,
Lou Christie,
Faraquet,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Silicon Teens,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Hardrive,
KRS-One,
The Litter,
Sugar Minott,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Tom Boy,
The Mojo Men,
Banda Bassotti,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Symarip,
Niagra,
Bobby Byrd,
Essential Logic,
Circle Jerks,
Fat Boys,
T. Rex,
The Dirtbombs,
Todd Terry,
Shuggie Otis,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Cecil Taylor,
Hasil Adkins,
Mad Mike,
Gang Gang Dance,
MDC,
Tres Demented,
Interpol,
Gichy Dan,
London Community Gospel Choir,
David Bowie,
Fear,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Massinfluence,
John Coltrane,
Urselle,
Nick Fraelich,
Chris & Cosey,
New Order,
Vladislav Delay,
Sandy B,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Wake,
Sarah Menescal,
This Heat,
Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen.
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.