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 Tanzania and from Toronto.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Star Department to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Rites of Spring. All the underground hits.
All Quantec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sparks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The J.B.'s record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Underground Resistance,
Roxy Music,
Alice Coltrane,
Banda Bassotti,
Sister Nancy,
Stereo Dub,
Delon & Dalcan,
Television,
Robert Wyatt,
Tommy Roe,
Avey Tare,
Half Japanese,
Dennis Brown,
Minny Pops,
Slick Rick,
Tom Boy,
Lee Hazlewood,
Talk Talk,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Matthew Halsall,
Aural Exciters,
Drexciya,
Josef K,
Gastr Del Sol,
Soulsonic Force,
John Foxx,
The Index,
Spoonie Gee,
AZ,
Aloha Tigers,
Q and Not U,
David Axelrod,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Brass Construction,
the Fania All-Stars,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lalo Schifrin,
Fear,
Sandy B,
Boogie Down Productions,
Juan Atkins,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Monks,
Urselle,
The Gories,
Henry Cow,
Tomorrow,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Echospace,
Fat Boys,
Soft Cell,
Oblivians,
the Slits,
The Gap Band,
Wasted Youth,
Flamin' Groovies,
Kayak,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Rekid, Rekid, Rekid, Rekid.
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.