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 Brunei and from Toronto.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Ultravox to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Au Pairs. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gian Franco Pienzio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Easy Going record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Buzzcocks,
Kevin Saunderson,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Young Rascals,
Au Pairs,
The Skatalites,
Oneida,
Idris Muhammad,
The Smiths,
The Electric Prunes,
The Star Department,
Procol Harum,
Gang Gang Dance,
Infiniti,
The Leaves,
Niagra,
Ultimate Spinach,
D'Angelo,
The Angels of Light,
June of 44,
Mary Jane Girls,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Duran Duran,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Vainqueur,
Echospace,
Ornette Coleman,
Sun City Girls,
Leonard Cohen,
Laurel Aitken,
Matthew Halsall,
Qualms,
Lucky Dragons,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Agitation Free,
Loose Ends,
Wally Richardson,
Rapeman,
The Cure,
ABBA,
Outsiders,
The Fire Engines,
Michelle Simonal,
The Names,
The Moleskins,
John Holt,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
CMW,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Tears for Fears,
Robert Hood,
Gil Scott Heron,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Byron Stingily,
Rotary Connection,
La Düsseldorf,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Howard Jones,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Grauzone,
Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan.
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.