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 Chile and from Cairo.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Beijing.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Blossom Toes to the grunge 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 Simply Red. All the underground hits.
All The Victims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dorothy Ashby record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heavy D & The Boyz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sex Pistols,
Black Moon,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Erasure,
Kurtis Blow,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Kinks,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Charles Mingus,
The Mummies,
The Gun Club,
Thompson Twins,
Donald Byrd,
Soulsonic Force,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Rakim,
Johnny Clarke,
The Remains,
Rapeman,
Deadbeat,
Pagans,
Henry Cow,
The Skatalites,
Marvin Gaye,
Deakin,
Anthony Braxton,
Anakelly,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Los Fastidios,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Wolf Eyes,
Traffic Nightmare,
Liliput,
Skriet,
The Wake,
Absolute Body Control,
Soft Cell,
Harmonia,
ABBA,
Buzzcocks,
Crash Course in Science,
Amon Düül,
Spandau Ballet,
Camberwell Now,
The Shadows of Knight,
Rites of Spring,
Groovy Waters,
China Crisis,
Faust,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Accadde A,
Visage,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ronnie Foster,
Blake Baxter,
The Index,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Urselle,
Derrick Morgan,
Roxette,
Lyres,
Steve Hackett,
Gang Starr,
Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix.
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.