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 Cyprus and from Shanghai.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the güiro 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 Brand Nubian to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Maleditus Sound. All the underground hits.
All Main Source tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young & Crazy Horse 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Richard Hell and the Voidoids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aloha Tigers,
David Bowie,
The Slits,
Gang Gang Dance,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Marmalade,
Alton Ellis,
The Offenders,
Jerry's Kids,
Suburban Knight,
Junior Murvin,
Flamin' Groovies,
Harpers Bizarre,
Donny Hathaway,
The Trojans,
Lucky Dragons,
Hardrive,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The New Christs,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Walker Brothers,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Litter,
The Young Rascals,
Goldenarms,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Moody Blues,
China Crisis,
Visage,
Heaven 17,
Black Sheep,
Amon Düül II,
The Cowsills,
The Techniques,
Radiohead,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bobby Byrd,
Neil Young,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Yusef Lateef,
Warren Ellis,
The Real Kids,
FM Einheit,
Godley & Creme,
Sugar Minott,
Lalann,
Deepchord,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Rufus Thomas,
Youth Brigade,
Kas Product,
Parry Music,
Ultra Naté,
Bauhaus,
Jeff Lynne,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
T. Rex,
The Fortunes,
Rakim,
Peter and Kerry,
Erykah Badu,
the Germs,
Gichy Dan,
New Order,
Ten City, Ten City, Ten City, Ten City.
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.