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 Colombia and from Bremen.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the clarinet 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 X-101 to the disco 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 The Last Poets. All the underground hits.
All Whodini tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Image Ltd. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Residents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echospace,
X-Ray Spex,
Swell Maps,
Bootsy Collins,
Lyres,
Y Pants,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Kerri Chandler,
Deadbeat,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lungfish,
Accadde A,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Remains,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Associates,
Nik Kershaw,
Matthew Bourne,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Real Kids,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bill Near,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Tubeway Army,
Excepter,
Supertramp,
The Durutti Column,
Stereo Dub,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Vogues,
Rotary Connection,
Kerrie Biddell,
Robert Hood,
Urselle,
The Cure,
The Doobie Brothers,
Animal Collective,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Smoke,
Spandau Ballet,
Robert Wyatt,
X-102,
Mary Jane Girls,
Index,
Sam Rivers,
Amazonics,
Bang On A Can,
Sister Nancy,
The Sound,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Boredoms,
Steve Hackett,
Man Eating Sloth,
Cal Tjader,
John Foxx,
Dave Gahan,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd..
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.