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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Mexico City.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Joe Finger to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 the Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All 8 Eyed Spy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reagan Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Groovy Waters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pole,
Mandrill,
Funky Four + One,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gang Starr,
R.M.O.,
Bronski Beat,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Shadows of Knight,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Procol Harum,
Mad Mike,
Carl Craig,
Neu!,
Moby Grape,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Beau Brummels,
Bootsy Collins,
Nik Kershaw,
Chris Corsano,
Swans,
The Gories,
the Association,
Robert Wyatt,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Slackers,
Groovy Waters,
Outsiders,
Yusef Lateef,
Icehouse,
Minnie Riperton,
The Skatalites,
Shuggie Otis,
Sonny Sharrock,
Urselle,
Brand Nubian,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Pierre Henry,
Soft Cell,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
New Age Steppers,
The United States of America,
Gang of Four,
David McCallum,
Gil Scott Heron,
Wolf Eyes,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Barry Ungar,
AZ,
The Doobie Brothers,
Rufus Thomas,
Graham Central Station,
The Divine Comedy,
Kool Moe Dee,
Erykah Badu,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Faraquet,
Davy DMX,
Barrington Levy,
Crash Course in Science,
Rites of Spring,
OOIOO,
Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth.
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.