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 Djibouti and from Lille.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the sitar 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 The Detroit Cobras to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Ituana. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Vogues 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Agitation Free,
Soft Cell,
Alphaville,
Shuggie Otis,
Wasted Youth,
The Gladiators,
Mission of Burma,
The Raincoats,
Cecil Taylor,
Circle Jerks,
The Golliwogs,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Average White Band,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Steve Hackett,
Zapp,
Talk Talk,
Kerri Chandler,
Flash Fearless,
Adolescents,
K-Klass,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Iggy Pop,
Derrick Morgan,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
the Human League,
Faust,
Section 25,
The Moody Blues,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gang Starr,
Quadrant,
These Immortal Souls,
L. Decosne,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Boredoms,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Kurtis Blow,
Schoolly D,
Guru Guru,
Spoonie Gee,
The Dirtbombs,
The Cure,
The Trojans,
Smog,
Livin' Joy,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Byron Stingily,
The Barracudas,
the Normal,
Eric Dolphy,
Banda Bassotti,
Lalann,
Nick Fraelich,
The Fire Engines,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Second Layer,
Sight & Sound,
Echospace,
Sonic Youth,
Pylon,
The Durutti Column,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell.
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.