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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Jakarta.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 güiro 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 The Buckinghams to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Electric Light Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Y Pants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yusef Lateef 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sister Nancy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
AZ,
X-102,
Au Pairs,
The Black Dice,
Al Stewart,
Y Pants,
R.M.O.,
Jeff Lynne,
ABBA,
Model 500,
The Five Americans,
LL Cool J,
Procol Harum,
the Human League,
Magazine,
These Immortal Souls,
The Toasters,
Youth Brigade,
Marine Girls,
The Birthday Party,
MDC,
Chrome,
DNA,
The Slackers,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Skatalites,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Metal Thangz,
Cheater Slicks,
the Slits,
Maleditus Sound,
Liliput,
Suicide,
The Sonics,
Gichy Dan,
Talk Talk,
10cc,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Public Enemy,
Archie Shepp,
The Dead C,
Jacob Miller,
Hashim,
Skarface,
Second Layer,
Bizarre Inc.,
Monks,
Nils Olav,
Blossom Toes,
Cymande,
CMW,
The Names,
Peter and Kerry,
Roxette,
Interpol,
Inner City,
Sarah Menescal,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Seeds,
Alton Ellis,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson.
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.