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 Lithuania and from Accra.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Doors 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 The Mojo Men. All the underground hits.
All Anakelly tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The J.B.'s 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sugar Minott record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Procol Harum,
Dennis Brown,
Roxy Music,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Stereo Dub,
Johnny Clarke,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ponytail,
Sparks,
DJ Sneak,
Josef K,
The Slits,
Jacob Miller,
Graham Central Station,
Aural Exciters,
Schoolly D,
Rakim,
Brass Construction,
The Moleskins,
Cybotron,
Brick,
The Cowsills,
Eric B and Rakim,
John Lydon,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Neon Judgement,
The Walker Brothers,
The Mummies,
David McCallum,
Ronan,
Skriet,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Tremeloes,
Soul Sonic Force,
LL Cool J,
Ohio Players,
The Five Americans,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ludus,
Andrew Hill,
Moss Icon,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Offenders,
Rapeman,
Donny Hathaway,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Shadows of Knight,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
ABC,
Leonard Cohen,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Litter,
Soul II Soul,
Alphaville,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Todd Terry,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Can,
B.T. Express,
Radiohead,
Pussy Galore,
Cluster,
Interpol, Interpol, Interpol, Interpol.
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.