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 Rwanda and from Copenhagen.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Spokane.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the snare 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 Lonnie Liston Smith to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Birthday Party. All the underground hits.
All The Angels of Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q and Not U record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nirvana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alton Ellis,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Can,
Archie Shepp,
Tim Buckley,
Quadrant,
Procol Harum,
Janne Schatter,
Rod Modell,
X-101,
The Grass Roots,
Derrick May,
Nas,
Thompson Twins,
Howard Jones,
Main Source,
Circle Jerks,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Index,
The Invisible,
The Leaves,
Fatback Band,
Letta Mbulu,
Deakin,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sällskapet,
The Trojans,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Cramps,
Mandrill,
Pussy Galore,
Neu!,
Pylon,
Swell Maps,
Sonny Sharrock,
Wire,
Section 25,
Ohio Players,
Youth Brigade,
EPMD,
Soul II Soul,
Joe Finger,
Suicide,
Andrew Hill,
Smog,
Ultravox,
Whodini,
Tears for Fears,
Monolake,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Panda Bear,
The Cowsills,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Crispy Ambulance,
Terrestrial Tones,
Isaac Hayes,
Gang of Four,
Kayak,
The Gladiators,
Hoover,
Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip.
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.