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 El Salvador and from Seoul.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 rhodes 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 Arcadia to the electroclash 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 Amon Düül II. All the underground hits.
All The American Breed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every OOIOO record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gabor Szabo,
Janne Schatter,
Yellowson,
Sugar Minott,
Yaz,
Soft Machine,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Camberwell Now,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Brothers Johnson,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Prince Buster,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Terrestrial Tones,
Kerrie Biddell,
Jacob Miller,
The Young Rascals,
Marmalade,
Brick,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
John Holt,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
F. McDonald,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
JFA,
L. Decosne,
Juan Atkins,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Danielle Patucci,
Jeff Lynne,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Das Ding,
Minor Threat,
Leonard Cohen,
Bobby Womack,
Vainqueur,
Cluster,
Lindisfarne,
Marc Almond,
Surgeon,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Nick Fraelich,
The Saints,
Freddie Wadling,
Procol Harum,
Anakelly,
The Remains,
The Busters,
Desert Stars,
Monolake,
Skaos,
The Golliwogs,
Amon Düül,
Arcadia,
Mr. Review,
The Vogues,
The Skatalites,
Davy DMX,
Masters at Work,
James White and The Blacks,
Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!.
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.