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 Turkey and from London.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 spring reverb 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 Liliput to the crunk 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 Boredoms. All the underground hits.
All Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Adolescents 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flipper record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bad Manners,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Talk Talk,
The Busters,
The American Breed,
Terry Callier,
F. McDonald,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sällskapet,
Lakeside,
Oneida,
The Leaves,
Soul II Soul,
Michelle Simonal,
The Skatalites,
Gang Green,
Eden Ahbez,
The Real Kids,
Sparks,
Wire,
Sonny Sharrock,
Smog,
Loose Ends,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Smiths,
Magazine,
Theoretical Girls,
Sex Pistols,
Can,
The Human League,
Aaron Thompson,
The Cure,
Blake Baxter,
The Litter,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
E-Dancer,
Pylon,
The Divine Comedy,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lucky Dragons,
Echospace,
Sun City Girls,
Piero Umiliani,
Lower 48,
Althea and Donna,
48th St. Collective,
Royal Trux,
X-101,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
the Soft Cell,
Monolake,
The Gun Club,
Rosa Yemen,
Bluetip,
The Slits,
Joe Finger,
Duran Duran,
Metal Thangz,
Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz.
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.