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 Cape Verde and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Calgary.
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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the 808 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 Crooked Eye to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Sällskapet. All the underground hits.
All Nils Olav tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Raincoats record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dirtbombs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mad Mike,
Bill Wells,
Hot Snakes,
Yellowson,
Spoonie Gee,
The Birthday Party,
Boz Scaggs,
Harry Pussy,
Marmalade,
a-ha,
Easy Going,
Simply Red,
Pharoah Sanders,
Pierre Henry,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Cramps,
The Sonics,
Henry Cow,
Eden Ahbez,
John Foxx,
The Victims,
The Vogues,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Schoolly D,
Bush Tetras,
Crash Course in Science,
Whodini,
Angry Samoans,
Robert Hood,
Marshall Jefferson,
Organ,
The Residents,
Khruangbin,
The Kinks,
Sunsets and Hearts,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sexual Harrassment,
UT,
Leonard Cohen,
Thompson Twins,
Derrick Morgan,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Hasil Adkins,
Freddie Wadling,
The Grass Roots,
Zapp,
Brand Nubian,
Loose Ends,
Surgeon,
Rosa Yemen,
The Skatalites,
Susan Cadogan,
Cal Tjader,
Alphaville,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Divine Comedy,
Al Stewart,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye.
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.