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 Luxembourg and from Columbus.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Altered Images. All the underground hits.
All the Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ajijia Myrayebe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mission of Burma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Freddie Wadling,
Thompson Twins,
JFA,
Radiopuhelimet,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
John Holt,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Cymande,
Ossler,
cv313,
Pagans,
Los Fastidios,
Don Cherry,
Neu!,
Jesper Dahlback,
Audionom,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Desert Stars,
James Chance & The Contortions,
E-Dancer,
Crash Course in Science,
X-101,
Susan Cadogan,
The Black Dice,
DJ Sneak,
Juan Atkins,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
EPMD,
Television,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bronski Beat,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Make Up,
Suicide,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Vogues,
Scratch Acid,
Rod Modell,
Scan 7,
The Gun Club,
Kaleidoscope,
Joensuu 1685,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Second Layer,
Nick Fraelich,
Scion,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Alton Ellis,
Gastr Del Sol,
Mars,
One Last Wish,
Average White Band,
Robert Hood,
Sonny Sharrock,
Aaron Thompson,
Soft Machine,
The Golliwogs,
Peter & Gordon,
Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy.
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.