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 Slovenia and from Hong Kong.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Kaleidoscope to the grime 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 Trumans Water. All the underground hits.
All The Trojans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terry Callier record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blackbyrds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harpers Bizarre,
A Certain Ratio,
John Coltrane,
Shoche,
The Cramps,
Babytalk,
Warsaw,
Todd Rundgren,
Quadrant,
Intrusion,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Zeros,
Spoonie Gee,
Gastr Del Sol,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bob Dylan,
Franke,
Funkadelic,
Sällskapet,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
T.S.O.L.,
Man Parrish,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ultimate Spinach,
Michelle Simonal,
Roy Ayers,
The Wake,
F. McDonald,
Ultra Naté,
The Saints,
Dead Boys,
Prince Buster,
Infiniti,
Cecil Taylor,
H. Thieme,
Roxy Music,
Sarah Menescal,
Subhumans,
The Smoke,
These Immortal Souls,
Half Japanese,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Anakelly,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Henry Cow,
The Slackers,
The Cure,
Q and Not U,
The Gories,
Nirvana,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Kinks,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Scan 7,
The Fuzztones,
Jacob Miller,
Grauzone,
The Gun Club,
The Motions,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs.
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.