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 Ecuador and from New York.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the sitar 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 Lalann to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Lou Christie. All the underground hits.
All Jerry Gold Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tom Boy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & Metallica record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sandy B,
Dark Day,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Barry Ungar,
Scion,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ken Boothe,
Althea and Donna,
Morten Harket,
Aural Exciters,
Kayak,
Funkadelic,
Mission of Burma,
Matthew Halsall,
Arcadia,
Mad Mike,
David McCallum,
Robert Hood,
The Buckinghams,
Sam Rivers,
The Gun Club,
Interpol,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sarah Menescal,
Television Personalities,
Barrington Levy,
DJ Sneak,
Black Bananas,
Deakin,
Maurizio,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Smog,
X-101,
The Offenders,
Iggy Pop,
June of 44,
Scott Walker,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Flesh Eaters,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Nation of Ulysses,
Rhythm & Sound,
DJ Style,
Index,
Jeff Lynne,
Joe Smooth,
Lalann,
John Foxx,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Grass Roots,
La Düsseldorf,
The Gories,
Connie Case,
Zapp,
James White and The Blacks,
Gang Gang Dance,
Duran Duran,
Motorama,
Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys.
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.