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 Albania and from Hong Kong.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Interpol to the funk 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 X-101. All the underground hits.
All The Cosmic Jokers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gabor Szabo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalann,
Marvin Gaye,
Sound Behaviour,
Model 500,
Visage,
The Pretty Things,
Scientists,
Suicide,
Deadbeat,
The Evens,
Erasure,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Mary Jane Girls,
Soft Cell,
Mo-Dettes,
Pharoah Sanders,
Newcleus,
Deakin,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Patti Smith,
Minor Threat,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
David McCallum,
Blossom Toes,
The Buckinghams,
The Residents,
Chrome,
Soft Machine,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Camberwell Now,
Don Cherry,
Depeche Mode,
Oneida,
Pulsallama,
The Gladiators,
Lightning Bolt,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Tremeloes,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Shadows of Knight,
Josef K,
Lyres,
Derrick May,
Basic Channel,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Wings,
John Holt,
Japan,
Kaleidoscope,
Kayak,
Peter & Gordon,
The Slits,
The Five Americans,
The Dirtbombs,
Thee Headcoats,
Trumans Water,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Busters,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Last Poets,
H. Thieme,
Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse.
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.