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 Germany 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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Ultramagnetic MC's to the grime 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 The Pretty Things. All the underground hits.
All Babytalk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Zeros 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Banda Bassotti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slick Rick,
Kerri Chandler,
Gregory Isaacs,
Janne Schatter,
Robert Görl,
Thompson Twins,
Rekid,
James White and The Blacks,
Moby Grape,
Henry Cow,
ABC,
Eddi Front,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Nirvana,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Martian,
Sällskapet,
Stereo Dub,
Brass Construction,
Talk Talk,
Nik Kershaw,
Joe Smooth,
The Music Machine,
Hasil Adkins,
48th St. Collective,
Matthew Halsall,
David McCallum,
Depeche Mode,
Barrington Levy,
Amon Düül II,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ohio Players,
Man Eating Sloth,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Negative Approach,
Connie Case,
Flamin' Groovies,
Gastr Del Sol,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Yazoo,
Grandmaster Flash,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Soft Machine,
The Dave Clark Five,
Con Funk Shun,
Alice Coltrane,
Pussy Galore,
Johnny Clarke,
Supertramp,
Throbbing Gristle,
Cymande,
Avey Tare,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
John Cale,
The Moody Blues,
Godley & Creme,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Roxette,
The Stooges,
Technova, Technova, Technova, Technova.
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.