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 Uganda and from Copenhagen.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Matthew Halsall to the funk 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell. All the underground hits.
All The J.B.'s tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fifty Foot Hose record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unrelated Segments record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cabaret Voltaire,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Excepter,
Kevin Saunderson,
Unwound,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Flesh Eaters,
In Retrospect,
The Monks,
Henry Cow,
Angry Samoans,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Divine Comedy,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
T. Rex,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bobby Sherman,
The Neon Judgement,
The Angels of Light,
Groovy Waters,
The Pretty Things,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Cowsills,
Hasil Adkins,
Deadbeat,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
PIL,
Maurizio,
Gichy Dan,
The Searchers,
Gerry Rafferty,
Circle Jerks,
The Modern Lovers,
The Birthday Party,
Ken Boothe,
Jesper Dahlback,
Black Pus,
Hardrive,
Gastr Del Sol,
Skriet,
Boz Scaggs,
Ten City,
Youth Brigade,
The Cramps,
The Blackbyrds,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Marvin Gaye,
Subhumans,
Wire,
Sister Nancy,
Eric Dolphy,
Arthur Verocai,
Sun Ra,
Gang Starr,
The Tremeloes,
Scan 7,
The Gap Band,
La Düsseldorf,
Procol Harum,
The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds.
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.