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 Oman and from Taipei.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the guitar 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 Soft Cell 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 Peter & Gordon. All the underground hits.
All Absolute Body Control tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Charles Mingus 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heavy D & The Boyz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry's Kids,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Make Up,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Raincoats,
Harry Pussy,
Skarface,
Johnny Osbourne,
Alphaville,
Suburban Knight,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Jacques Brel,
David Axelrod,
The Gladiators,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Grass Roots,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Monks,
Unwound,
T.S.O.L.,
Chrome,
The Buckinghams,
Index,
Slave,
Dorothy Ashby,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Rekid,
Kenny Larkin,
Bad Manners,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Kurtis Blow,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ronan,
Wally Richardson,
Smog,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Black Flag,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Radio Birdman,
the Slits,
Lightning Bolt,
The Busters,
Bob Dylan,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Pylon,
Lalann,
Maleditus Sound,
Wire,
The Fall,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Thompson Twins,
Bill Near,
Scan 7,
Crooked Eye,
Con Funk Shun,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Inner City,
the Association, the Association, the Association, the Association.
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.