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 Angola and from Beijing.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 chamberlin 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 Section 25 to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Durutti Column. All the underground hits.
All Lyres tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lizzy Mercier Descloux 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Young Marble Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Girls At Our Best!,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Fire Engines,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sun City Girls,
Althea and Donna,
Ponytail,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Cosmic Jokers,
CMW,
Joe Smooth,
Moebius,
Icehouse,
Sex Pistols,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Don Cherry,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Q65,
Angry Samoans,
Barry Ungar,
David Axelrod,
Zapp,
DJ Style,
Motorama,
Marshall Jefferson,
Adolescents,
Ohio Players,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Q and Not U,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Wings,
The Pop Group,
Rufus Thomas,
Surgeon,
Arab on Radar,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
T.S.O.L.,
Silicon Teens,
Au Pairs,
The Misunderstood,
Cymande,
Blossom Toes,
Siglo XX,
Moby Grape,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lou Reed,
Peter & Gordon,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Joy Division,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sixth Finger,
The Smoke,
The Trojans,
Bang On A Can,
DNA,
Fatback Band,
Spandau Ballet,
Sexual Harrassment,
Darondo,
Von Mondo,
Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey.
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.