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 Czech Republic and from Stockholm.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Kerri Chandler to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Crispy Ambulance. All the underground hits.
All Eden Ahbez tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Alarm Clocks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barclay James Harvest record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hasil Adkins,
Motorama,
Niagra,
Dave Gahan,
Monks,
The Kinks,
The Divine Comedy,
The Grass Roots,
Talk Talk,
the Fania All-Stars,
Aaron Thompson,
The Beau Brummels,
Index,
The Names,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Angels of Light,
Thompson Twins,
The Slackers,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Doobie Brothers,
Babytalk,
Barry Ungar,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Fire Engines,
The Toasters,
Flipper,
Alison Limerick,
Porter Ricks,
8 Eyed Spy,
Nils Olav,
Bobby Sherman,
Iggy Pop,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Evens,
Sunsets and Hearts,
China Crisis,
Ohio Players,
The Cure,
Lyres,
Godley & Creme,
Cecil Taylor,
Scott Walker,
E-Dancer,
Judy Mowatt,
Gastr Del Sol,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Monks,
Danielle Patucci,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
a-ha,
Tears for Fears,
Gang of Four,
Darondo,
Althea and Donna,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lungfish,
Audionom,
Sugar Minott,
UT,
Bobby Womack,
Stockholm Monsters,
Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys.
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.