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 Korea North and from Sao Paulo.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Radiopuhelimet to the disco 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 Monolake. All the underground hits.
All The Vogues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nils Olav record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lee Hazlewood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reagan Youth,
Deadbeat,
The Skatalites,
Leonard Cohen,
Radio Birdman,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ituana,
Scratch Acid,
Robert Görl,
The Martian,
Bronski Beat,
Hoover,
Judy Mowatt,
The Durutti Column,
Bluetip,
Sarah Menescal,
Scrapy,
Sandy B,
Chrome,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Trojans,
PIL,
Funkadelic,
Scion,
Altered Images,
Saccharine Trust,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Jeff Lynne,
Faust,
Black Sheep,
Alison Limerick,
Stockholm Monsters,
Groovy Waters,
Rufus Thomas,
DJ Sneak,
The Gladiators,
Dual Sessions,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Evens,
The Fugs,
Duran Duran,
Scan 7,
Sällskapet,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Flash Fearless,
The Kinks,
Wings,
Aloha Tigers,
Porter Ricks,
Panda Bear,
Electric Prunes,
The Fortunes,
The Walker Brothers,
The Real Kids,
Procol Harum,
DJ Style,
Byron Stingily,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bauhaus,
Davy DMX,
Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon.
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.