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 Turkmenistan and from Johannesburg.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Wings to the jazz 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 Avey Tare. All the underground hits.
All Moss Icon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sad Lovers and Giants 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nik Kershaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Sherman,
Jeff Mills,
Crispy Ambulance,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lower 48,
Gabor Szabo,
Clear Light,
Desert Stars,
Marine Girls,
Parry Music,
Black Bananas,
David Bowie,
Magazine,
Ultimate Spinach,
Quando Quango,
Nik Kershaw,
Los Fastidios,
The Leaves,
Yellowson,
Procol Harum,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Star Department,
Isaac Hayes,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Marmalade,
Michelle Simonal,
Schoolly D,
Unwound,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ituana,
Amazonics,
Graham Central Station,
Reagan Youth,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Unrelated Segments,
Glambeats Corp.,
Eric Copeland,
Moebius,
Angry Samoans,
Skaos,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Joe Finger,
Public Enemy,
B.T. Express,
Eric Dolphy,
Youth Brigade,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
T. Rex,
The Skatalites,
Bill Wells,
Lou Reed,
Eve St. Jones,
Chrome,
Sun City Girls,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Essential Logic,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Red Krayola,
Inner City,
The Blues Magoos,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk.
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.