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 Korea North and from Milan.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Boredoms to the techno 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 The Monks. All the underground hits.
All Reagan Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tropical Tobacco 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a cv313 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Offenders,
Nils Olav,
Cymande,
Funky Four + One,
Radio Birdman,
Siglo XX,
James White and The Blacks,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
DNA,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Das Ding,
Jandek,
Interpol,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Andrew Hill,
The Gladiators,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Johnny Osbourne,
Dennis Brown,
Lee Hazlewood,
Crash Course in Science,
Patti Smith,
the Swans,
Radiohead,
The Selecter,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Stetsasonic,
Kurtis Blow,
The Moleskins,
Stereo Dub,
Saccharine Trust,
Rites of Spring,
Alphaville,
Colin Newman,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ten City,
Audionom,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Idris Muhammad,
Clear Light,
The New Christs,
Grandmaster Flash,
Warsaw,
Barry Ungar,
The Sisters of Mercy,
X-101,
Angry Samoans,
Pantytec,
Bluetip,
Eli Mardock,
Dark Day,
Delon & Dalcan,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Jeff Lynne,
Lyres,
Essential Logic,
Loose Ends,
Jacques Brel,
Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack.
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.