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 Angola and from Beijing.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Freddie Wadling to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Raincoats. All the underground hits.
All Fad Gadget tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every This Heat 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Graham Central Station record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Big Daddy Kane,
Scion,
X-101,
Black Flag,
Public Image Ltd.,
Aswad,
Thompson Twins,
Little Man,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Mark Hollis,
Lucky Dragons,
Depeche Mode,
UT,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lebanon Hanover,
Khruangbin,
Monolake,
Lou Christie,
Iggy Pop,
Masters at Work,
The Fugs,
Sight & Sound,
Cluster,
Pussy Galore,
Dave Gahan,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Busters,
Jawbox,
Cabaret Voltaire,
R.M.O.,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Cal Tjader,
Ronnie Foster,
Simply Red,
cv313,
The Motions,
Fort Wilson Riot,
kango's stein massive,
Laurel Aitken,
Severed Heads,
Excepter,
Ronan,
Section 25,
Roxy Music,
The Selecter,
Quando Quango,
Sound Behaviour,
Babytalk,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Red Krayola,
Althea and Donna,
The Real Kids,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Pet Shop Boys,
Reuben Wilson,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Eddi Front,
Index,
Anakelly,
Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science.
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.