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 Sweden 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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Susan Cadogan 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 Heaven 17. All the underground hits.
All Piero Umiliani tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tears for Fears 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Lydon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stiv Bators,
Chris Corsano,
Pylon,
The Beau Brummels,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Severed Heads,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Boz Scaggs,
Scientists,
The Saints,
Throbbing Gristle,
Joyce Sims,
Leonard Cohen,
Scott Walker,
Peter and Kerry,
The Mojo Men,
Cecil Taylor,
FM Einheit,
Massinfluence,
Gang of Four,
Jeff Lynne,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
T. Rex,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Brand Nubian,
Jerry's Kids,
Kurtis Blow,
The Knickerbockers,
Bobby Sherman,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bill Near,
Outsiders,
Derrick Morgan,
Depeche Mode,
Mad Mike,
Spoonie Gee,
Robert Hood,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Barrington Levy,
U.S. Maple,
The Fire Engines,
Michelle Simonal,
Altered Images,
Ultimate Spinach,
Scion,
Subhumans,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gang Starr,
Babytalk,
Aloha Tigers,
R.M.O.,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Alphaville,
The Blues Magoos,
Wings,
Mars,
Slave,
The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats.
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.