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 Mali and from Cairo.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Al Stewart to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Searchers. All the underground hits.
All Interpol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Outsiders 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rapeman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Red Krayola,
Lakeside,
Kurtis Blow,
Interpol,
Terry Callier,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Susan Cadogan,
Lou Reed,
Barbara Tucker,
Cameo,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Count Five,
Mary Jane Girls,
Davy DMX,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Q and Not U,
Jerry's Kids,
Visage,
Cheater Slicks,
Godley & Creme,
Nik Kershaw,
Wings,
Junior Murvin,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Curtis Mayfield,
Peter and Kerry,
The Move,
The Standells,
Scratch Acid,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Brand Nubian,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Smog,
8 Eyed Spy,
Neil Young,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The J.B.'s,
Kaleidoscope,
Mantronix,
The Divine Comedy,
The Index,
The Alarm Clocks,
MC5,
Scan 7,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Mojo Men,
Boz Scaggs,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Avey Tare,
Jerry Gold Smith,
B.T. Express,
Reagan Youth,
The United States of America,
Bobby Sherman,
Audionom,
CMW,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt.
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.